What I Really Want

I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, don’t’ tell me what you want what what you really really want, I wanna zig-a-zig-ah! But if I don’t tell you what I want what I really really want, how am I supposed to get it? I suppose I’ll have to go and get it myself. It’s often a question I get asked when it comes to close to birthdays or Christmas, but I hate giving people the easy option. Instead, I like to think that they know me well enough to anticipate things that I’d like and enjoy. But I can't seem to obtain my goals and desires. I'd like a study income that pays enough to sustain myself and a family to go with it. But why can't I have these things when others can? Is it because I'm not trying hard enough? Or am I being too worn down by others through unselfish ways? I'd like a bit of glamour and a fun day out with people who are interested in spending time with me and like to invite me out to interesting places or events. It would be nice if I didn't have to do the planning and also be available for these opportunities. I’d like my things to be nicer with a bit less rat and tat and have room to store them. I’d like more time to spend pursuing new hobbies and projects.

Out and About in Paphos

We were a bit far from the main part of the town but there were still some decent amenities nearby. There were a cluster of restaurants on the main street, and we were also on a coastal path that ran down the island all the way into the main harbour. Not far away was a large supermarket but we decided that the convenience of a local shop outweighed the cost of a further journey out. There were some archaeological ruins nearby to check out as well as a castle to explore. There were also some bars in the main town but getting the kids down there was a problem so we only risked it the once. The good news was that our apartment complex offered some evening entertainment in the bar so that we could go out to eat then return for the entertainment and the room wasn’t too far away if the kids got tired.  

Old and Grey

I needed some new smart t-shirts for going out and about in. I picked some up from the shops and my last one was an online order. The choice of size was limited to the usual male range, and I wasn’t sure what the texture of the cotton would be. It was an interesting shirt since the sleeves were a slightly different shade to the body of the garment. When it arrived, the feel of it was nice, soft and smooth. But when I tried it on, it looked ridiculously baggy. It was the kind of shirt that an American teenager would wear in a heatwave to keep cool. It was the kind of size that an American footballer would fill out proudly. But on me, it just emphasised my skinniness. When I looked in the mirror, there was more shirt than person. And now that shirt’s got to go on a journey back to the warehouse in the hope that it’ll be passed onto someone else. 

Swinging Sisters

The breakfast quality isn’t great as it’s cooked en-mass then chucked into serving pans as there’s lots of people to serve, but the choice is plentiful. I found myself alternating between cereal and pancakes then a nice choice full English. I’d also tuck away an apple for later which my nieces found incredibly amusing and towards the end of the week they began doing the same thing with pieces of cake. A daytime tour of the complex found us a little supermarket which was functional but slightly overpriced, and on the other side of the road was a small arcade. There was also a spot for hiring bikes and a heated indoor pool and gymnasium. Opposite this was the main pool which was split into a small splash pool and a very cold large pool with a dividing bridge. Opposite this was a café which doubled as an entertainment room, a small indoor kids room, a play area and some sunbeds facing the sea.  

 

The Absorberer

She’s got small and short blonde hair with a very small fringe overlapping her forehead. She has small straight square teeth, so small that she has to cut her food into ridiculously small pieces which takes her ages at mealtimes. When dining in company, she’ll resort to abandoning what’s left on her plate and will spend the day nibbling on jerky or straw-like snacks. She’s never seen without her travel coffee mug or some other snack in liquid form. She’s constantly on the go and it’s her small ponytail that makes her so aerodynamic. As a result she’s very thin, but she always wears short shorts to display her smooth legs accompanied by light, bright, colours, usually white or yellow. When it’s cold, she’ll resort to a large baggy sweater to wrap herself up in, but as soon as the sun is up or there’s any sign of physical activity she’ll cast this off so that she can try to absorb as much sun as possible to rid herself of her pale look. Nevertheless, she’s fast and determined, and she’s always ready to put in the effort to keep things moving quickly. 

Kefalos Beach Tourist Village

We’re welcomed by friendly smiling staff in a large atrium. There’s a nice selection of comfortable balcony sofas with matching coffee tables stacked with a small selection of magazines and leaflets. The check-in process is simple and we’re invited to hand our luggage to a porter to be driven to our apartment on a golf cart. The ladies are given a lift and a quick tour of the complex while we walk down a well-laid path of crazy paving surrounded by well-maintained greenery. The room is comfortable. It’s a bit echoey inside which makes up for those scorching hot days but the climate controls are easy to operate. After a good night’s sleep, we attempt to retrace last night’s steps to the breakfast buffet. It’s in a very large open-plan room but staff are always on hand to allocate us a table. The view isn’t great and there’s a bit of a journey to make between the table and the buffet.

 

Black Widow

I was disappointed to learn that this movie wasn’t to be an origin film. I knew of Romanoff’s tie-in to the Red Room as she was introduced in the Avengers films, but what I was really looking for was a fill-in of the relationship between herself and Barton, maybe with some S.H.I.E.L.D agents thrown in. And some intimate moments would have been brilliant. Instead, we’re treated to a post-Civil War film with some new characters thrown in to prevent the release of brain-washing gas. And the use of Ray Winstone as a villain made it look too tacky and simple rather than a battle with someone who possessed superhuman powers. That said, the film did have a few interesting moments. I loved how Belova mocked Romanoff’s poses, and the locations that the film covered were quite spectacular. But the attempt to encourage a former hero to get back into his cape just failed. I couldn’t see him portrayed as a father figure, and perhaps this should have been covered in the introduction of the film. I also spent his every appearance wondering if her was Kelsey Grammer. The film is entertaining in itself, but it doesn’t really fill in any puzzles to the cinematic universe.