River Jackson’s Diary

Dear Diary

Where the frick to start?

My heart’s in the right place. Honest to God…

After a decade on the road, gigging it here, throwing TVs out of the window there, high as a kite on this continent, bedding one girl after another on another. Chill: that’s the inimitable style of Alex and Bear, two of my band-mates. I’m much more likely to be getting hygge on a beach with a good quality rum… or exploring the Culture Vulture sights and sounds of our latest home-for-twenty-four-hours. I guess what I’m trying to say is: the novelty’s worn off after all this time; I feel the pull to go back to Glastonbury, man. Somerset’s the place of my roots and even though I might have travelled the world and been the recipient of countless numbers of G-strings flung at me from afar, home (and authenticity and simplicity) is where the heart is.

My interests have changed too. You see what nobody knows is this: I’ve been secretly collating cocktail recipes from everywhere under the sun and sticking them in one Bible of a scrapbook. Oh yeah, I’ve got many a string to my bow.

Oh, diary, excuse the clichés. They pour out of my mouth as quickly as I can down a Frisky Bison. Besides, I can’t help it. I’m excited! It’s not every day you return to your hometown to open up a cocktail bar. And I’m not talking a mass-market, neon-lighted excuse for a doss, the kind of place where Sex on The Beach and Screaming Orgasms are served up to late teens and early-twenty-somethings amidst giggles and blushes. I’m bringing the real and the sophisticated to the High Street… the unconventional besides.

Glasto will not know what’s hit her!

Yeah, the town is definitely a female, as in tune with her inner-goddess as my mother when she’s teaching one of her kundalini yoga classes.

I digress.

I can hardly believe I’m doing this. But I just have to get it off my chest. I’m the trusted bearer of a magical bottle of Mexican elixir. Yeah I know, I know. Now you’re going to tell me I’m completely ‘off my head’, but I swear none of it was a figment of my imagination. I really did meet a wise old sage by the name of Mercedes in those spiky bluey-grey Tequila fields outside Guadalajara. Why else would I be lumbered with this bottle? Apparently, I’m a Messenger, whose duty is to spread joy and happiness to the darkest corners of the world. A tall order when it comes to disintegrating the cider drinking rituals of a small town in Glastonbury. But I think I’m up for the challenge… if only my head and my heart could sort out the mess that is my love life.

Georgina and Alice, Alice and Georgina.

Help me, Diary, please. I’ve got myself into a right stereotypical ménage a trois!

Rock star, River Jackson, is back in his hometown of Glastonbury to open a cocktail bar… and the locals aren’t impressed.

Seductive Georgina is proving too hot to handle; band mate, Angelic Alice, is messing with his heart and his head; his mum is a hippie-dippy liability; his school friends have resorted to violence – oh, and his band manager, Lennie, AND the media are on his trail.

But River is armed with a magical Mexican elixir which will change the lives of the Three Chosen Ones. Once the Mexican wave of joy takes a hold of the town, he’s glad he didn’t lose his proverbial bottle.

Pity he hasn’t taken better care of the real one… order it HERE

Isabella May lives in (mostly) sunny Andalucia, Spain with her husband, daughter and son, creatively inspired by the sea and the mountains. When she isn’t having her cake and eating it, sampling a new cocktail on the beach, or ferrying her children to and from after school activities, she can usually be found writing. As a co-founder and a former contributing writer for the popular online women’s magazine, The Glass House Girls – www.theglasshousegirls.com – she has also been lucky enough to subject the digital world to her other favourite pastimes, travel, the Law of Attraction, and Prince (The Purple One). She has recently become a Book Fairy, and is having lots of fun with her imaginative ‘drops’! Costa del Churros is her third novel with Crooked Cat Books, following on from the hit sensations, Oh! What a Pavlova and The Cocktail Bar. Find her on FACEBOOK, TWITTER and her WEBSITE.

Join is next week to meet Beth Samuels, one of the characters in Angela Wren’s Novel – Merle. I wonder what is hidden in the pages of her diary!

If you would like one of your book characters featured on Another Woman’s/Man’s Diary than please contact me on askcarrieann@yahoo.com

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