It's that time again. I'll think about a holiday but as usual I won't go, just like every year.
However, I've designed the perfect place. I don't know where it is; or even whether it's even on earth. All I need is a parasol, somewhere to store an infinite number of icy martinis and I'm set.
On second thoughts the rocks may have to go. After an infinite number of martinis, there's an infinitely larger chance of me falling over and breaking my neck. But since it's my world I could always make them out of rubber, I suppose.
Any suggestions as to what I've missed out?
Can't think of any. Sea, sun, sand and booze, what could possibly be missing?