Vests
05.01.2009
And so Australia has become the Australia of my imagination, before my journey here - it is hot.
I don't want to commit that most common sin of holidaymakers, complaining about the heat to people who are currently experiencing snow, nor am I gloating about wandering around in a tshirt while those back home are rubbing animal fat over themselves in an attempt to insulate themselves from the piercing cold.
It is hot. That is all I wish to communicate at present.
Perhaps a swift whine then, after all: I find my resolve crumbling. Having once entertained daydreams of wandering the city in an immaculate suit of white linen, sneering at the sunstroke complaints of those less stoic, I find myself in fancy of vests and shorts. How swiftly I have fallen before the celestial blowtorch. Once my head was filled with my colonial ancestors, now I find I've modelled myself after Rab C Nesbitt.
Oooof, forgot my password for a while. Anyway.....glad you had a decent Xmas, sorry about the mp3. A bit direct, I know , but how's the cash situation ? I'm pulling out of one of my ISAs cos the bastards have taken bites out of its value. I thought that I can fritter it away for my benefit just as well. So will spend some money on the boat and offer you a stake as well. It's alright you know - you cost me nowt for uni. Saw Lost and Found Orchestra at wknd- bamboo and ballons, brass mouthpieces and traffic cones and much more. Quite populist: more Lloyd Weber than Stockhausen but good fun. All based on Bart Hopkin stuff, doubt he gets a royalty.
07.01.2009 by tonyd