Chasing The Cheese (A Year In The Life Of A Benidorm Class B Celebrity)
Book Details
Author(s)Kevin Holt
ISBN / ASINB00E3YAEPK
ISBN-13978B00E3YAEP3
MarketplaceUnited Kingdom 🇬🇧
Description
This book chronicles my life from August 2007 until November 2008. I had at this point been working in Benidorm on Spain´s Costa Blanca performing my comedy act for ten years. The recession was yet to hit, there was plenty of work for everyone and the good times were still rolling. Though never one of the resorts top earners I managed to spirit away enough money to take a couple of months off and pay regular visits back home to indulge my passion of observing the bizarre Englander.
There are detailed accounts of my naked wrestling match with a 92 year old man from the apartment upstairs (he was naked, not me) – he was dead within the week. The utterly bizarre funeral of Roy “The Slitherman†Jay, the comic/vocalist who had moved to Spain after disgracing himself by baring his bare buttocks at an audience down Devon way in the 80´s. Roy was a real character and had previously been sacked from working in a fast food van, not for serving the public in the buff from the waist down (a fact that the paying customers were blissfully unaware), - but for deep fat frying someone’s slipper!
We take a look at England´s beach soccer team floundering against some of the elite teams in Europe whilst opposition goalkeepers sat in deck chairs sipping at cocktails, smoking cigars and making sand castles with their bare feet.
Regular trips home and visits to the “Bottle Kicking & Hare Pie Scramble†in Hallaton, “The cheese rolling†in Gloucester, “The Great Gorilla Race†in London, “The World´s Biggest Liar†Competition in the Lake District and a somewhat early arrival at the “World Nettle Eating Contest†in Dorset are all in there.
A short stint in Blackpool which includes accidentally stumbling across the, “British Town Criers Championshipsâ€, “Tram Sunday†in Fleetwood, with every mode of transport from throughout the ages, with the exception of ...er...trams. And taking in the odd show featuring some of the great variety acts still hanging on from the 70´s. – I was castigated at the ´Opera House` by the elderly couple seated behind me for “moving about and making too much noiseâ€. To be fair to myself Norman Collier was on at the time and I was busy chortling myself into semi consciousness at the sight of him morphing from Al Jolson into “Pingu†the penguin. (I duly apologised and promised never to laugh ever again).
There are detailed accounts of my naked wrestling match with a 92 year old man from the apartment upstairs (he was naked, not me) – he was dead within the week. The utterly bizarre funeral of Roy “The Slitherman†Jay, the comic/vocalist who had moved to Spain after disgracing himself by baring his bare buttocks at an audience down Devon way in the 80´s. Roy was a real character and had previously been sacked from working in a fast food van, not for serving the public in the buff from the waist down (a fact that the paying customers were blissfully unaware), - but for deep fat frying someone’s slipper!
We take a look at England´s beach soccer team floundering against some of the elite teams in Europe whilst opposition goalkeepers sat in deck chairs sipping at cocktails, smoking cigars and making sand castles with their bare feet.
Regular trips home and visits to the “Bottle Kicking & Hare Pie Scramble†in Hallaton, “The cheese rolling†in Gloucester, “The Great Gorilla Race†in London, “The World´s Biggest Liar†Competition in the Lake District and a somewhat early arrival at the “World Nettle Eating Contest†in Dorset are all in there.
A short stint in Blackpool which includes accidentally stumbling across the, “British Town Criers Championshipsâ€, “Tram Sunday†in Fleetwood, with every mode of transport from throughout the ages, with the exception of ...er...trams. And taking in the odd show featuring some of the great variety acts still hanging on from the 70´s. – I was castigated at the ´Opera House` by the elderly couple seated behind me for “moving about and making too much noiseâ€. To be fair to myself Norman Collier was on at the time and I was busy chortling myself into semi consciousness at the sight of him morphing from Al Jolson into “Pingu†the penguin. (I duly apologised and promised never to laugh ever again).
