...and was therefore unable to understand your correspondence; they say that French is one of the worldÂ’s most beautiful languages (well the French do) however, some of the words I looked up in the phrase book werenÂ’t very beautiful at all! I can only assume that I may have inadvertently upset some of my French fans.
Edward Bulwer Lytton once said Â“The pen is mightier than the swordÂ” and in the hand of Mr. Lytton it may well have been, but as a weapon for the average man. or indeed woman, the humble pen can become a lot more frightening than any sword you are likely to encounter.
Ex pats from all over Europe have come to roost in this glorious part of Spain, even some French! And by and large, the majority of settlers tend to behave themselves.
However, a small contingent seem to suddenly develop an overwhelming desire to take up their pen and proceed to bore to death as many people as possible by churning out a never ending stream of drivel. Now, if back in your own country you were a
hairdresser, in the SAS, a milkman or aircraft engineer, then that is what you were.
James Bond is a secret agent and I wouldnÂ’t mind betting that he never had a summer job at Burger King, by the same token, Shakespeare is remembered as a writer; nowhere in history does it mention that before taking up his mighty pen, Mr. Shakespeare had a burgeoning career emptying middens. To real writers (those of us that do it for a living) this deluge of boring, waffling old nonsense creates a niggling little problem.
If you pick up a magazine and find yourself confronted by the never ending, never interesting, saga of some boring old farts earlier life as a younger fart, then you may be, understandably, wary of picking up a magazine ever again.
This is the problem therefore for professional writers; the literary waters are being muddied by bored ex pats, with too much time on their hands and a misguided belief that anybody would be remotely interested in what they got up to during their little stint in the army, police force, boy scouts or anywhere else come to that.
Another little group wishing to share their yawn making experiences with us are the Â“long termÂ” ex pats (you know the ones, Â“we
have been here 10, 20, 30 yearsÂ”) SO WHAT? These people are terminally boring and will proceed to tell you that they remember Â“when all this was just fields/Fincas/Cockroach farms etc... ad infinitum. The worst of this particular bad bunch are the ones that started businesses here a few years ago and now feel the need to share their knowledge with us, not to mention their hilarious little anecdotes and failures.
It has always been my experience that people who feel the need, and indeed encourage having words like Â“the warped mind ofÂ”
levelled at themselves, usually are the complete opposite and if you are expecting to be greeted by a zany, laugh a minute raconteur, then you are going to be sorely disappointed meeting the only person guaranteed to send you to sleep faster than the Sandman.
The world has shrunk since Â“warped mindÂ”, Â“ZanyÂ”, Â“crazyÂ” guy/gal thought that drifting around a few bits of the Mediterranean was soooÂ… Bohemian and nowadays Mr and Mrs Average are visiting far flung places that these previous people have never heard of, yet alone visited. The difference, luckily, is that the modern traveller doesnÂ’t feel the need to start writing all about their little jaunt (except for the blogs on the internet, but no one takes any notice of those anyway) plus, exercising a far less selfish and cavalier attitude towards their childrenÂ’s future and education by not dragging them away from their schools or
potential universities, simply to satisfy their own misguided ends.
The world is full of people who think that their lives have been more interesting than anybody elseÂ’s, but the fact of the matter is, as far back as Georgian times young people were travelling all over Europe on their Â“Grand toursÂ” so letÂ’s face it, there was nothing left to discover here 20-30 years ago that wasnÂ’t already passĂ©. It is also so archetypal British to talk about the Spain of 20+ years previous as if it was some third wor d backwater; the bloody old nuisances who turned up here at that time, love to use the phrase Â“undiscovered SpainÂ” which is b*****ks really, as between the Romans, Moors and the Spanish themselves
there canÂ’t have been much left for a few drunken, halfwit Brits to stumble upon.
Where I come from there is a very nice Spanish restaurant run by a guy from Seville, he has owned his business in England for over 30 years and in all that time he has never once felt the need to write to the local magazines with uninteresting little anecdotes, he has never claimed to have Â“discoveredÂ” unspoilt Romford and I have never heard him say Â“I remember Southend when it was all just fields!Â”