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I was delighted on arriving on holiday to find out that we not only had access to Netflix, but here in Barbados it included a load of stuff that wasn’t on the UK site. And one of these things was the first three seasons of “The Walking Deadâ€. I have never seen this show, but as you may remember I do have the sweatshirt and much as I enjoy wearing an item of clothing for a TV programme I know nothing about I was intrigued and we decided to give it a go. Now, by the end of our holiday we’ve managed to watch two and a half series of the thing (what with this and the jigsawing it’s amazing that I have any kind of tan at all - but we did mainly watch it at night time, leading to some excellent nightmares). It’s an enjoyable drama, even if the characters keep on doing wilfully stupid things that put them in danger from the zombies that now inhabit the planet earth and even if the zombies are, on the whole, pretty easy to deal with (though it would be a much shorter series if they weren’t).
But having ODed a little bit it is starting to affect the way I look at the world. As I had my last breakfast at out hotel this morning I looked at the other guests and they all looked like dead-eyed, sallow-faced zombies. I felt pretty much within my rights to pick up a spade and smash them all in their ugly faces until they were dead. Though luckily none of them made a move or tried to start eating my arm. Humanity is disgusting and sitting on some sun loungers for ten days having to look at other people in their swimming costumes (well, not having to, but sometimes it is unavoidable) really brings that home to you. The sooner we are wiped out and replaced by actual zombies the better.
We eschewed the morning sunshine to try and finish off the series, but we didn’t have enough time.
I was happy enough to be heading home, even though we’d be much more in danger from zombie attack in a big city like London. We were driven to the airport in a mini van. At one point, whilst going quite fast on a busy road the driver clipped a raised dividing area at the side of the road and we bumped around and our bags flew into the air. Luckily no harm was done and the vehicle landed safely after this mini-Dukes Of Hazard stunt, but I think we were a little lucky. It confirmed the fact that you’re in more danger driving to the airport than on the flight. “Have a nice flight,†said the driver as he dropped us off. “I’ve already had one,†I was tempted to reply.
