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WHAT ARE THEY SAYING ABOUT LOVE'S LABOURS?

"I couldn't put it down!"

Barry from the glue factory

"I couldn't turn the pages fast enough! 

(Can I take these boxing gloves off now?)

"It's a little bit funny"

E John, Your song

"I'll take my cash now thanks"

Various

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Simon lives in Whitstable in Kent and divides his time between eating oysters and writing.  Currently the oysters are winning.

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LOVE'S LABOURS

Scott Poole – 24, skint and sadly single is the last person you’d call a Hercules. But when his rich uncle packs him off to a Greek beach with a list of Labours to complete, Scott finds himself in the unlikely position of emulating a demi-god. A demi-god with a can of lager in one hand and a dented windsurf board in the other.

As Scott and his best mate Oliver struggle to complete the modern-day Labours of Hercules, they find themselves accidental owners of a beach bar, come up against German naturists, chippy Greek schoolkids and a grumpy donkey.

What could possibly go wrong?

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The pronounced lean was caused by the nightly presence of five windsurf boards which, had there been any justice in the world, would have seen them raking in cash.  Sadly, justice had disappeared into the distance with its arse on fire and the boards had recently been christened; Chardonnay, Stephen Fry, Gobi, and Rot, because they were all; very, very dry.  They’d run out of things to call the fifth so Oliver just called it Wanker.

There they sat, in mute but defiant testimony to the triumph of mindless optimism over sound business sense. 

The pronounced lean was caused by the nightly presence of five windsurf boards which, had there been any justice in the world, would have seen them raking in cash.  Sadly, justice had disappeared into the distance with its arse on fire and the boards had recently been christened; Chardonnay, Stephen Fry, Gobi, and Rot, because they were all; very, very dry.  They’d run out of things to call the fifth so Oliver just called it Wanker.

There they sat, in mute but defiant testimony to the triumph of mindless optimism over sound business sense. 

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WHAT ARE OTHERS SAYING ABOUT LOVE'S LABOURS?

"...one of the funniest summer holiday reads that you will come across."

"Simon writes like the love child of Nick Hornby and Kathy Lette, and has actually provided me with one of my favourite funny quotes of all time… “If he’d been any less intelligent he would have needed watering twice a day.”

"Great fun. A plot which rattles along, evocative settings, characters you root for - despite their colossal, and often self-inflicted, haplessness - what’s not to like? Packed with one-liners but also a warm portrayal of those ‘coming-of-age’ days when living is easy but making ends meet not so much."