The net addict

While retouching my Ipanema-style bikini wax, Marika (who grooms one or two hirsute but influential grande-dames in publishing) mentioned some literary gossip. Apparently, Kingsley Amis's bitterness in old age was because he was convinced he was the love child of couturier Sir Hardy Amies and Wallis Simpson, but his surname had been shortened to conceal the scandal. Judging from his serialised autobiography, Martin's life seems riddled with equally strange twists, though I couldn t find anything about this in www.martinamis.albion.edu, and the book's too long for me to read.

I needed Marika because Ricky, who is a keen surfer, had asked me to go with him to Perranporth for the weekend. I d never surfed before, but I was delighted to discover that I am a natural. Jem H, another ace surfer we met there who looks like a Greek god (pity Ricky was with me), turned out to be a twin soul. He told me about good sites: www.surfstation.co.uk, www.meto.govt.uk, and www.fnmoc.navy.mil

On Sunday morning, intoxicated with love, I ran to the beach, climbed on my board and caught those magic waves gold-flecked by the rising sun. Feeling free as a cloud, I threw away my minuscule bikini and rode the tide, then I went back to the hostel and woke Ricky...

Later, while exchanging sweet whispers, he said that webcams are sited in Perranporth. The image of gorgeous me riding the waves stark naked was there in cyberspace for all to see! Thank God Marika had done a superb job.

Many of you have sent emails to congratulate me on this site, but some have had trouble finding it. The net is like the world: everything starts in the US. I'm told it's only a matter of time before all servers and search engines realise that Tanya is available to all.

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