I've always wanted to immitate David Beckham, so here's the first chapter of MY book; my side (on holiday with a Dermot). First i must make the boring admission that he is not THAT bad, yeah i know aaaahhhhh, but he can be pretty annoying so listen and shiver...
Before we went away we did not see each other that often and that to start with is a big change - going from a few hours a day with dermie spermie to over 24 hours with D.S. We used to have breakfast on the weekend at the same place in leederville (greens or 130). This may seem a futile announcement for most of you but it is of great importance to understand D.S' annoying behaviour...
D.S has made it his case of life or death to make sure he "does not eat at the same place twice". I, on the contrary, really like going to a familiar place because i know then what to expect from the people, food etc, and if you are lucky you can bond with the locals. This is actually the only 'problem' over which we clashed with one another "you're a dickhead...grrr DS: no, YOU are a dickhead"
The funny thing was once that we stood before a food stall where i really wanted to go and D.S actually ASKED me if we had been there before, i said no, but apparently said it so unconvincing that he refused to go in! He didn't even remember the damn place!
The only sensible reason that i can think of after a week is that D.S is wanted by the Malysian KGB and therefor has to change restaurants all the time (whereas there was no apparent danger in Perth) In the KGB case i would find it pretty sexy but i'm prepared for the worst.
Next time i will write something about his good manners etc ( that is if he lives up to it)
doei, Lotte