Thursday, 8th January

Angst in the Villa: Martin’s Bad Day

The day begins with Slaney being yet again allocated the Jack of Clubs, to the great amusement of everyone else. His bad luck seems to rub off on Martin, who, in trying to duck out of the way of an oncoming pole, headbutts the corner of a box instead. The sound of the impact resonates for several seconds and sounds a lot like the frying pan sound from Little Big Planet.

We head to the seafront and book a boat trip for the next day. Woo!

We then go to the market and take lots of photos of shop fronts, and Caz buys some new trainers. We head back to the apartment for a quick early lunch, and then hit the beach. Team Catbarrel do some concept art, and sketches of the apartment blocks they plan to build. Caz and Louise buy ice creams, everyone else is jealous. Martin’s bad day continues when he cannot concentrate on his drawing.

We draw a Powell face in the sand, and then stamp on it. Martin starts a fight he can’t finish when he throws sand at Louise. She gets him back by throwing water on him once he’s forgotten about her angrily chasing him around for 5 minutes.

Louise drops her watercolours all over the pavement when trying to get something out of her bag, and is mocked endlessly by Martin.

We go out to a traditional Turkish café for dinner, with very tasty, cheap food. We learnt the Turkish word for news, but we can’t remember it now. We had apple tea. Joel thinks it’s important.

Slaney manages to knee a metal bollard on the way home and breaks it (the bollard, not his knee).

Martin falls down a drain.

We hit the supermarket and buy lots and lots of chocolate. Caz manages to slap herself in the face with a wheel of cheese, no one is quite sure how. Martin finds some amazing white pointy drug baron shoes, which we all agreed would give him license to kill indiscriminately, as it’s considered part of the business. Slaney and the shop assistants flirt with each other. We can’t take him anywhere.

Back in the apartment, we blog and play cheat. Martin heads to bed early due to his head injury. Caz’s computer mouse loses the will to live, so we venture out to get a new one at 10pm and end up chatting to the guy in the shop about what we’re doing. We had been pinpointed as tourists the day before as we were the only people in Marmaris not wearing huge jumpers and coats.

We come back, the mouse works and Caz nearly chokes laughing at Joel missing his mouth trying to eat cola bottles.

We investigate how to break the space/time continuum, but decide to do that some other day.