Written by a bestselling author this is the hilarious story of him having a nervous breakdown and running away around the world on the QE2! Unbelievable but absolutely true the author’s sensitive mental state gives him a different slant on world travel and the millionaires he mixes with. A truly different travel book which will have you laughing on every page.
Genre: HUMOR / GeneralSold over 100 copies in the last 90 days with sales growing every month. Amazon ranking 10 in Books/Cruises
My first dinner was less than totally successful. Surprisingly, considering the weather, the Mauritania restaurant was packed. Typical, people are as sick as parrots but they still manage to stagger down for their fodder…though I’ve never really understood the origins of the parrot phrase, are parrots particularly noted for their weak stomachs? Anyway, I was a bit late, what with having my bum prodded and all so I was sat at a big round table with a mixed group of people who all evidently recognised me from the boat drill fiasco. I was just glaring suspiciously at my companions to see whom I was likely to fall out with when the ship stood on one end. The people either side of me went arse over tit but with my lightening reflexes and speed of thought I calmly reached for the two glasses of water in front of me as I went over backwards and lay there smugly not spilling a drop. The flower vase got me first with a huge smash of cold water followed shortly by the brown sugar so I was left looking like I had some horrible brown growth all over me. The two old ladies who had fallen either side of me were obviously ex-circus performers because they each rolled nimbly to their feet and calmly took their places back at the table which the ever vigilant bus boys were already putting to rights. The one I admired most though was the loud Texan who lifted his plate just as the table went over, waited with Chesterfieldian calm for it to be put back again, then casually went on eating without even a break in his conversation. I slunk away from the happy gathering to have a much needed wash and brush up. I distinctly heard one elderly lady, as I crept past her table, demanding to know what it was I was suffering from and was it catching…I never did find out where my sirloin went!
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Hindi
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Translated by RAJIV KUMAR SRIVASTAVA
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Spanish
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Translated by Sebastian Esparza
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Author review: Exceptionally helpful and always does good work, Sebastian goes to a lot of trouble to ensure the meanings in your book do not get lost in translation! Dr Nicholas Walker |
