Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Eastbourne ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be a chill day. You know, strollin’ down Terminus Road, grabbin’ a coffee at that little café, The Green Room. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m sippin’ my flat white, just mindin’ my own biz, when my phone buzzes. It’s my client, some big-shot celeb. “Meet me at the pier!” she says. Great, just great. The pier? It’s packed with tourists, kids runnin’ around, and seagulls tryin’ to steal your chips. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a nightmare.”
I get there, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, laughin’, takin’ selfies. I spot her, all glammed up, lookin’ like she just stepped off a runway. But then, outta nowhere, this dude starts shoutin’. I mean, full-on yellin’. Turns out, he’s a crazed fan. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I need.”
I rush over, tryin’ to keep it cool. “Hey mate, back off, yeah?” But he’s not havin’ it. He’s all up in her face, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” I push him back, and he stumbles into some poor old lady. She drops her ice cream, and I swear, it’s like time stopped. Everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m the bad guy.
Finally, security shows up. Thank God! They drag the dude away, and I’m just standin’ there, heart racin’. I look at my client, and she’s like, “Thanks, you’re my hero!” I’m like, “Yeah, well, I just saved your ice cream too.”
After that chaos, we head down to the beach. The sun’s shinin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad.” But then, I see a group of kids playin’ footy. And guess what? One of ‘em kicks the ball right at us. It hits my leg, and I’m like, “Seriously?!” I pick it up, and the kids are all like, “Please, mister!” So, I toss it back, but not before givin’ ‘em a cheeky grin.
We chill for a bit, and I’m tryin’ to enjoy the view of the cliffs. Eastbourne’s got some stunning sights, man. The Seven Sisters are just a short drive away, and I’m thinkin’ how I need to hike those one day. But then, my phone buzzes again.
It’s my boss. “Get back to the hotel. NOW.” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s been a mix-up with the schedule. My client’s supposed to be at a charity event on Grove Road. So, we hop in the car, and I’m speedin’ through Eastbourne, dodgin’ tourists and cyclists.
Finally, we get to the hotel, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, all dressed to the nines. I’m in my black suit, lookin’ sharp, but feelin’ like a fish outta water. My client’s all smiles, but I’m just tryin’ to keep an eye out for any trouble.
The event kicks off, and it’s all glitz and glam. I’m standin’ by the door, watchin’ the crowd. Then, I spot a guy in the corner, lookin’ shifty. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “What’s this bloke up to?” I keep my distance but stay alert.
Suddenly, he makes a move towards my client. I’m on him in a flash. “Oi! Where do you think you’re goin’?” He freezes, and I can see the panic in his eyes. Turns out, he just wanted an autograph. I’m like, “Dude, you scared the life outta me!”
After all that, the night winds down. My client’s happy, and I’m just relieved. I step outside for some fresh air, and the sea breeze hits me. Eastbourne’s got this vibe, ya know? The sound of the waves, the lights from the pier. It’s kinda magical.
But man, I’m knackered. I head home, thinkin’ about how wild today was. From crazed fans to footy balls, Eastbourne sure knows how to keep ya on your toes. I crash on my couch, and as I drift off, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what