MARTIN

The first evening wasnt too bad, I suppose. I was recognized once or twice, and ended up wearing JJs baseball cap pulled down over my eyes, which depressed me. I am not a baseball-cap sort of a chap, and I abhor people who wear any sort of headgear during dinner. We ate so-so seafood in a tourist trap on the seafront, and the only reason I didnt complain about just about everything was because of the look on Maureens face: she was transported by her microwaved plaice and her warm white wine, and it seemed churlish to spoil it.

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