This morning I asked my son what I should write about in my email to you.

His response...

"Write about Uncle Johnny"

Random. But. OK!

So who's Uncle Johnny?

He's not my blood brother, he's a bald Irishman I cold messaged on Facebook.

Then the following week I flew out to Cyprus to meet him in person.

That sounds like the perfect scenario to get kidnapped and have my organs harvested.

Luckily for me. I have God on my side and he was just out there promoting his weekly party night called the Dirrty Beach party.

I needed an adventure and flew out there on a one-way ticket with £45 in my pocket.

I blew the £45 the first night getting drunk.

But, I stayed.

I ended up working for Johnny for a little under 3 months. I saved up enough to book my flight home as the party season was coming to an end.

That was 15 years ago.

It was Johnny who introduced me to my now wife on Nissi Beach as we sold her and her friend's tickets to the Beach party.

And now our son calls him Uncle Johnny.

You never know where life leads and what friends could become family.

All the best

Jouvan

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