Notes from the small islands: girls
(Seagulls!!)
“I need to go to the loo!”
She spoke with an East London accent as she dragged me by the hand through the crowd of the festival. Was this it? After two weeks of tantalisingly close encounters would my first taste of female Faroese flesh take place in a portable toilet? Rather than choosing which variety of condom would I instead have to choose which of the 10 toilets would be our destination?
“You wait here!” I pouted; it was not to be. She still spoke with that curious, East London accent. But why had she made me follow her? If I can’t screw an inebriated girl at a festival – while sober myself! – what kind of man am I?
She staggers out of the toilet and sizes me up. Accompanied by the acrid smell of piss, alcohol and vomit she is suddenly a lot less attractive. She must’ve noticed the brief flicker of disgust on my face. “Shall we go to my tent?” Still the odd accent and this time followed by a giggle that she probably thought girlish but it fell flat, tumbling out of her still-wet lips, still sticky from her last drink.
“I think I ought to go… they’ll be waiting for me on the boat.”
“But I’ll show you a whale of a time!” A pun delivered in the light, airy and common accent of a Londoner — I had to laugh. Looking at her again, sizing her up, I thought she was more of a dolphin, but I let it lie: she wasn’t thin, even in the most complimentary of lighting or lack thereof. But neither was she American in stature.
“Okay. But before we continue… I have to ask… why the accent?”
“I studied in London for a few years! Stop asking silly questions. Come on then mate! Let’s take a stroll up the hill towards the tents!”
And so we walked up the hill, contraflow to the throng of drunk stoners making their way to the beach-side stage for the next noisy band.
She had slightly narrow eyes, a forehead that seemed to cover at least half her head. She was short — but then again almost every Faroe is — and she walked with a bit of a limp.
But it was a music festival. Who would know…?
When in the Faroes, do as the Faroese do… Veni, vidi…
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such the alluring tease of your tales.
Oh, Music Festivals.
Living vicariously?
-Chase
PS I appreciate you commenting on my blog with a critical eye. The last post you commented on, I couldn’t stand, but pumped it out – quite dissatisfied – just because the pumping was long over due. I liked the concept, but it was patchy at best. A lot of people gave the post attention (Brazen, which I’ve signed into twice, tweeted it), which made me cringe. You, sir, saw through the BS of a quick post and suggested filling the necessary gaps. Cheers.
August 4th, 2009 at 8:17 amWell, no need to be quite so critical of yourself! It was still a lot better than NOT posting, which is what the vast majority of the silent populace do, day after day, year after year… at least you have a voice
Oh music festivals…
Gotta run! Back tonight some time.
The photos are hanging at an exhibition/gallery…!
August 4th, 2009 at 9:33 am*crosses Seb off the christmas card list for the “American being a size reference” remark*
Are you becoming a modern day Byron then?
August 4th, 2009 at 9:44 amI try not to please all of the people all of the time…!
Byron would be a suitable role-model
August 4th, 2009 at 1:58 pmEwwww Seb. Lowering your standards just ’cause your on vacation. What are we to do with you?
August 4th, 2009 at 2:42 pmhehe, i found that blogpost very enjoyable
just woke up and reading this put a smile on my face
you are weird seb my friend.. weird weird weird 
August 4th, 2009 at 3:20 pmSo…little Seb did get an outing then.
August 4th, 2009 at 4:23 pmDid you DO IT? I want to know! Details! issit anything like movies my parents still wont let me watch now? oh come on. I’m Asian, I’m supposed to hear some more of this.
August 4th, 2009 at 7:21 pmI’m with Andhari. I want to know! I don’t suspect that you did it, but I’d like it confirmed. ^^
August 4th, 2009 at 7:36 pmYou should see me… busy all day being a pro photographer, out and about, dealing with divas… and still managing to squeeze in an hour of writing for tomorrow’s blog post.
All will be revealed…!
(And it’s not ‘little Seb’… sheesh…)
August 5th, 2009 at 12:34 am“But neither was she American in stature.”
I’m going to assume you mean she wasn’t strickingly attractive and normal sized by that comment. I may know the truth but they tell me ignorance is bliss.
August 5th, 2009 at 6:30 amSeb’s ‘American’ was a very petite girl (I think). I don’t think he was being derogatory to Americans.
August 5th, 2009 at 8:48 amAh, someone’s been doing their homework…!
It was an intentionally-ambiguous statement.
But you just made me grin like a loon, well done
August 5th, 2009 at 12:14 pmYa, I totally don’t get the “American” reference. I mean, what does a typical American look like? Hm….
August 6th, 2009 at 6:35 pm