An Essex Girl on the Costa Blanca by Jo Black.
An Essex Girl on the Costa
Blanca by Jo Black.
"Call
her a bitch, slut, whore but never tell a woman she's fat, especially an Essex
girl!"
The
book was written to help raise money for
Emaus children and a percentage of sales of this book will go to this charity.
Imagine it's May 2005 and Michael is squeezed into a shoe-box sized toilet
counting £50,000 in notes from a Tesco carrier bag. Talk about privacy. Jo
Black had had her hairdressing salon for 10 years and had decided to sell
without informing her staff officially. This money represented half of the
payment up front and the remainder was to be paid that same afternoon once the
contracts were signed. There had been two tax investigations so you can
understand the need for caution and secrecy from the Inland Revenue.
£100,000
was smuggled out of the country as
the family set off on their adventure to Spain to live the dream. Sounds a bit corny nowadays especially when we
remember the recession, the bubble bursting and the housing market going bust!
Unemployment and corruption amongst politicians. Need I say more?
Jo's
father called Jo a "woman of
substance" because of her successful career as well as being a single
parent although there were plenty of times when she lost her bite. He miraculously survived a major stroke. Once
Jo's mission had been accomplished her aspirations turned towards the Costa
Blanca and she became yet another Brit. wanting to live the dream. The jewel of the Costa Blanca was none
other than Denia, cosmopolitan but still Spanish. Having seen a bar for sale on
the internet in a beach location, Jo jumped in with both feet before she viewed
it. Andrew's Bar along Las Marinas from Denia to Els Poblets. Another dodgy
deal perhaps, a big risk?
The
Frenchman who owned it wanted to sell the lease secretly behind his son's back.
Nice man. Jo had married for wealth and security not love. It seems she was on
the look- out for husband No.2. "I
was looking for a man that wore one trouser leg so I could wear the other, I
was bored of wearing both." Her accountant suggested that Jo should
advertise her business by sponsoring a football team adding: "Also, while you're at it, you might
find yourself a husband." So, in a nutshell this is what she did. Gary
ran the Ashingdon football club and Michael, the man of the moment, a " handsome, drop-dead gorgeous guy"
was co- manager. Jo was besotted but dismayed to find out about his Casanova
reputation: three marriages, one engagement and currently a live-in girlfriend.
Back
to business and Jo agreed to sponsor the home kit with her "Cuts N Curls" logo. Michael
pestered Jo to go on a date and she eventually succumbed to this Romeo. After 6
months of dating in secrecy and constant texting the relationship got off to a
flying start. By 2002 Sarina was born.
We
now move into May with another visit to Spain and what a disappointment. 5,000e
down payment for a dark, dingy, cold, dirty, shabby and run-down investment of
a bar.
"I'm
from Essex, get me out of here" kept
going through her mind. This is a reminder of the risks in buying property in
Spain as well as buying a business with the crooks and the cowboys not to
mention the corrupt councillors. It's something we all know too well.
They
persevered against the odds working all hours to run the bar which proved
detrimental to their marriage. During the tourist season the business thrived
but once winter approached the business struggled with the locals. Michael
tended to do the late sessions so Jo and Sarina would be left home alone. This
is not what Jo had anticipated. She felt that their relationship was drifting
out to sea "like passing ships never
having time for each other." Something had to change and drastically.
We
are presented with the usual motley of colourful locals from Denzel who'd had
throat cancer and who drank alcohol free lager by the bottle. What an awkward
man, extremely self-opinionated. Then there's Paul and Alex, brothers. Paul was
the carer. "The two odd balls"
as they were called. Alex had an abnormality in his brain. Sharon was
promiscuous and "cocksure of
herself." She drank heavily and took drugs. And then what about more
oddbods? Patsy and Connor. He had a big tattoo encrypted on the back of his
head so that you would never forget his name. Patsy worked to support his drink
habit. She sold investment policies.
Glasgow
Gary was another dodgy character, the
local druggy, thief and conman. He never paid his tab and it was rogues like
him who targeted English bars.
If
you're an ex-pat like me, you'll know about the bous a la mar. Ironically, the teasers were more than likely to end
up in the sea whilst the bulls remained on dry land. Very sensible. The Fallas
I enjoy, heralding the arrival of spring. This fiesta is seen as one of the most spectacular festivals in Denia with the
females in particular wearing beautiful gowns of brocade, lace and silk. And of
course there's San Juan.
"One
is to jump over the fire three times at midnight or for the not so brave, to jump
over 3 waves of the sea."
Wacky
but such fun. There's a few silly gaffes showing Jo's naivety over nightclubs
and whorehouses, Sticky Vicky a la Benidorm, orange sellers and prostitutes and
what about this one? "tengo una
peinier en mi boca." This should have read: "I have a mouth
ulcer."
Find
out whether Jo and Michael survived and whether Jo is still following her dream
or whether she's given up on it and returned to England.
"If
ever you're on the Costa Blanca and you can hear an Essex girl singing in a
bar, "It's raining men" that's me."
Publisher:
Brewster Publications. ISBN:
978-0-9576734-0-3
REVIEW
it by Carol Naylor.
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