Mess! Teee heeeee. Had a grate morning. 5 Chope beers! 3 new friends. 2 Xmas invites. sdjflksdjfklsdaf I love this life. You can't beat sailors. Such wonderful, candid people. I am very lucky. I love life. I love my boat. Gotta go back to yard now cos boat is being moved at 3pm. THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME TO THIS POINT. You made this happen, too.
sdjhfsdkhfsakdjhfkdsafhdsafhdskahfkdsjahfkjdsahfkjsdhfjkdsahfjksdaf The boat held up well. 6 teeny rust spots. Uh duh. So great for a 30 year old ferro boat. dksjfklasdjfklsdajfklsdajfklsdajflksdajfklsdajfklsdajfklsadjfklsadflksadfjklasdjfklsadjfkasd
Tintern was a bit pissed off I'd left him for so long.
omg omg I feel so oarsome despite it all being rather a rush towards the end as friend's friend came round and we chewed the fat for a while. Still snow outside but roads are clear so I'll be able to wheel my shit down the hill. Shuttle. Taxi. Bus. Bus. Boat. omfg. I know. Wow. (Not mom) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2v_XY-wsjsGotta gooooooooooo. Byeeeeee.
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I just made one last trip to the shops to get some goodies. I know, I know, I will have more important things to do besides eating chocolate and cooking with Extra Extra Extra Virgin Olive oil, but if you know me, like I know me, I enjoy having creature comforts around, especially when the wine down there is CRAP and not worth buying, unless it's the 26 peso 1 liter carton one, SO, I bought two of my recent favorite wines and had to open one now but won't drink it all and will instead save most of it for the bus station tonight, to have with some Pinto Grigo salami. I'm finishing off the rotisserie chicken with some roast yams (an afrodiziak), roasted in olive oil and garlic. Bit busy really. Gotta drink 1/4 bottle of wine and finish cleaning the house before I leave; you know, do stuff like dig washing out of the snow and thaw towels. Later campers! Oh yah, today's conversation with a lady on the till at Frys, went like this:
Lady: (after hearing my voice as I said, 'I have a saver card') Where are you from? Me: England but I've lived in Japan for many years. Lady: Sailor Jerrys huh? (Bought to see how Markitos feels when high on rum) Me: Yeah. Don't want to get caught without rum this Christmas Lady: I don't have time to relax and drink. Even when I was young, I was busy working. I wish I'd had time to relax more. Me: Yeah, it's nice to be free.
I wish the US would leave Iran alone. If I end up in Turkey this year, I'd like to take the train to Tehran from Turkey. Right. Time to have a bath. My last bath for what might be a long time. Still, not one to jump the gun, I have decided to start living this stage of my life step by step. Today. Then tomorrow. Then the next day. Check out all the orbs in this photo!
I'm up. Or a pa pa pa pa pa pa. Which means 'clam' in Japanese. You go into a restaurant and say, 'I'd like some a pa pa pa pa pa pa, please' and they'll bring you a plate of grilled, sizzling clams.
Anyway, I used to live here in Japan, Hamajima, near the renowned and special Ise Shrine. Japan has more than 80,000 shrines (this number doesn't include temples or convenience stores) and Ise Jingu is the most revered of the lot. The shrine is 2000 years old and the woods surrounding it 800 years old. I was a bit disappointed by this shrine because it's torn down every 20 years to be replaced by one on an adjacent lot, so yah, it doesn't look very old, not like what I look like in searing daylight these days. I tigressed. The point of this post was to say that I often turned down a pa pa pa pa pa at my local haunt in Hamajima because I'm not a big fan of shellfish. I can just about do clam chowder or Jack's Clam Spaghetti, but that's about as far as I can go with shellfish. If your name is Kai, then you're a shellfish in Japanese. I wish I loved fish, you know, like really salavated over the thought of it, but I don't. Shame really seeing as I have a boat. So yah, I'm dead nervous cos I'm leaving today. I'll have my last fire of the winter, brew up a Struth Swiss Miss to honor the Aussies, and then well, fack, pack, clean, shave me legs, dig a path to the post box - something I've been meaning to do for over a week now. This time tomorrow I'll be arriving in Whymas, a dusty Mexican town and then getting the hell out of there to Gringo Land, where the rabbits all have perfectly white teeth and it never rains but pours. Ha ha. The times I've rowed from the middle of this bay to Margaritaville on land. When I first moved the boat into the bay, it would often take me ages to find at night. I got lost 3 times. "Help" "Help" I'd embarrassingly whisper. "I don't know where my boat is" This was stoopid cos my boat was a) the biggest in the bay and b) had two masts so should be easy to spot. Still, I'm not so bright so things like this happen to me. Right. Time for that morning enema, a Swiss Miss, and then it's all go go go. Or as they say in Japan, 'iku iku iku', which also means, 'I'm coming!', which is strange because what they are actually saying is, 'I'm going!!!' Yeah, it confused me the first time I heard a Samurai say, 'iku iku iku'. I was like, 'where the fck is he going??' I tigressed. Gomen ne.
Mexico huh. Some folks would give their back teeth to be going to Mexico. I'm very lucky. Andalay andalay underlay!
I'm going to bed now so everybody bugger orf. I'm all posted out till the morning. :)
I'm having a real good dance party. Tonight's the last night I'll be sleeping in a real bed. I'm so excite. I have some bloody good music. Thank you friends who have given me music. I found a bunch more music recently - like thousands of songs. Wow. Technology.
Yeah, so, I went up to Bashas because I remembered that Carolans was on special for $11.99, plus two free glasses. I also wanted to say bye to the ladies on the tills because they have been very nice to me this year; one lady has twice bailed me out at the register because I didn't have enough on me. Anyway, here's how it went. Before I even got to the register, the man who is usually refilling the fresh vegetable section, who always says hello, caught me in the booze section and said, hello, and I said, helloooooooooooooooooooo, because I was very happy to find Carolans still on special offer, and he said, ooh, you're gonna have nice time with that Carolans.
Then I went to the till and the lady said, Lady: Ooh. Carolans. Love it. And you bought two! Me: Yes, I love it. By the way, I'm going away soon so want to say thank you for being a great grocery store and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Lady: Where are you off to? Me: Mexico Lady: You be careful down there (This lady looks Mexican and probably is Mexican) Me: (laughing) Oh, I'll be fine. Lady: I can tell. You've got daredevil written all over you. I wish I could give all this up and go somewhere to. Me: (Blush) Lady: I've enjoyed you coming in. If I could, I'd keep you here somehow. Me: Awwww. You're lovely.
Hmm. Gotta try and think of something new and original to write about. No more past. Rest assured, I've said what I wanted to say. Just had to spit it out like a fur ball. Can't believe I'm leaving tomorrow. I just wrote that and the radio said, 'when the Americans leave Pakistan'. Then it said, as I was thinking, 'Fack, I leave tomorrow', "I've really walked into a challenge". This radio is possessed.
Ha ha. I was just thinking about Mexico, when the radio said, 'Drunken sailors'. Ha ha.
Jack Tar looking for one of his many Brendas.
I wonder if Senor Garcia still has these gloves. I used to go to Saltshaker in the mornings and have a coffee with Jaime. He's so awesome. One of only a handful of Mexican sailors. He crossed the Atlantic in a replica of a Spanish galleon in the 1970's and got into National Geographic. It took about two months to cross! It's a great story. Mexico to Santander in Spain. I've been to Santander.
I remember Max and Jack trying to set off some kind of explosive on this trip. Ha ha.
Yep, 2006 and 2007 were the best years of my life so far. I want to do it all over again. I have so many opportunities ahead of me. I told the woman with the red hair standing next to Jack Tar, that I was in love with a certain man, and she immediately went and told his ex. Traitor! Aww. Look at Nate and Mrs Argo. I think Argo is crossing the Atlantic this spring. Great people. Great boat.
When I first arrived in Mexico in March 2007, I had just the best people to play with in the yard. This is one of my favourite photos of us at La Manga. Only Jaime is a major fish eater, but the way they cooked the fish here, made fish eaters out of even the most anti-fish of folks. Neil would like this place because it's all about fish and he loves fish!
So yah, I leave the Flagstaff building at 6pm tomorrow. All change on the Polar Express!
So, how many of my readers are off to SA next year for the World Cup? I have zero interest in watching sports beyond the big sailing races that I watch so I can see hot French sailors, so don't really care about the World Cup, but it will be interesting to see how it affects the country, and if property prices rise as a result of this beautiful land getting some international exposure.
So yah, before the Italian screwed up a part of my life, I was being practical in getting experience for the start of my new hobby. For example, I took myself to South Africa to do another sailing course. This photo shows me on Moonraker before I ripped off the bit of table near my leg when the boat gybed suddenly. You had to be there. It was classic Perkins. Ha ha ha ha. I just know my grandfather was laughing up in the sky.
So yeah, before the Italian told me I had beautiful eyes, and I fell for it, my plan had been to quit work, get sailing gigs on other boats, then buy my own boat. Look what happened instead! I now have a boat that is too big for me to sail alone. I messed up but it is what it is and I have to do something about it. And while I've been left to deal with this, the Italian sails the oceans in the spirit of Ketch Karaka, who was interviewed by the NY Times recently, and was also boarded by pirates in Columbia last month - the story is on Noonsite, plus the link. However, there is a big difference between Karaka and Keturah. The former is a self-made adventure on a boat bought for $1 in Hong Kong. The latter is the adventure of a loser who didn't buy his own boat nor work towards getting it. Two very different stories; one worth reading about, the other merely the writings of an arrogant lying mamma's boy. Shoot me but I lost a lot of money over this loser, and when you've actually worked for your own money, it hurts when you lose a heap of it. I'm also about to re-enter the vortex that is my boat, so the past, which I do not dwell on in my head but which has a part to play in My Story, needs to be recounted because I didn't just wake up with a boat in my life one morning. By the way, before you say, 'But you bought it with inheritance', I must add that I used only a little of my grandfather's money for the boat, and despite spending a wad on the Turkey flat, I have been very good with my grandfather's gift to me and some money still remains, albeit money isn't what I want; I'd prefer more metals.
This blog is smelling of bullshit right now so let's see some photos of me in Morocco to sweeten the place up a bit.
You should have read the emails that volleyed back and forth between me and the Italian. You've got to remember that I hadn't really dated and had never fallen in love - I now realise this wasn't love and knew it the first time we shagged cos when the glass of water fell on his head, he got all angry and his eyes went blacker than coal - but I liked the attention after being seen as Godzilla in Japan for the past 15 years, so I couldn't see the warning signs for the stars in my facking eyes. I was with a man who had 400 euros to his name, even after the illustrious career he talks of on his website. Here's a smattering of the bullshit. "I started working and traveling (on my own) at 14, (massive bullshit)then at the first chance (and because of a woman--the cliche is true: things happen to sailors because either boats, women or a combinaton of the two)(stick fingers down throat) I moved to NYC to pursue a 'normal' life in photography. I worked for fashion black and white printing studio, for an international news photo agency, but also as a cook, painter, babysitter, home renovator, antique restorer, translator, interpreter to make ends meet."
He also writes "my parents bought a caravan and so we traveled through Tunisia, Algeria and a bit of the Sahara, and we kept traveling pretty much through my whole youth." This is bullshit, too. I think they went to Tunisia for two weeks.
Anyway, long story short, I became involved with a man who has always been taken care of by others, who was unable to save money, and who could never give me an orgasm because he was a 3 minute non-wonder. And no, I'm not fibbing out of bitterness for having spent tens of thousands on this man - (boat, his daily expenses and flights, Turkey flat bought to help support us as we sailed, swimming goggles) - he really was crap in the sack. All talk, no action.
So yah, here I was with a man who had only 400 euros to his name at the age of 34, (wonder how he managed to buy a 60,000 euro boat in the end....mamma!) who had never held down a job for longer than a year, whose first words to me had been, 'I hate my mother', and who then dumped me, which I don't mind about now, but at the time, after spending so much money on us - tens of thousands - I got a bit fckd up for 6 months. Wanna see him? Uh This man doesn't tell folks on his website that his mother bought his boat for him or that he was in NY sponging off his American wife, not finishing higher education courses that she and her parents paid for, quitting jobs left right and center. Fcker. He didn't even go to his wife's graduation party because he was envious that she actually managed to finish something, something he was never able to do. Shoot me. This guy is a true wanchor. He's a fake and almost everything he writes about himself is embellished. Uh, god, I spent way too much money on this loser but it's part of the story of how I wound up with my boat, so it needs to be told and this guy outed for pretending that he worked hard to buy his boat. "The coronation of a dream" indeed!
I might as well get it all out in this post but longstoryshortit.
The plan was to 'sail around the world in love' Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahaha. Shuddup. But he only had 400 euros, even though he said, 'I will have money when my parents are dead'. Classy guy, huh. A real self-made man. So I said, 'I'll buy us a boat'. I paid for his flight to Mexico to go check out the boat (I was working so couldn't go). He said it was okay, so I bought it.
Long story short......we didn't work out because his parents came to the boat immediately. I had less than 24 hours to bond with my boat before they arrived. They then spent one month talking only in Italian and rarely asked their son to translate stuff so that we could actually start bonding, or whatever the fck you do in this situation.
Long story short......I jumped ship but not before emptying a load of rosemary and oregano into the sea and taking the coffee pot and solar light.
Long story short....I swam back out to the boat in Guaymas bay, the most rotten, stinky bay in the world.
Long story short.......the Italian said that he and his parents were going to take control of the boat ownership (I had borrowed, at interest, some money from his parents because The Beast, my half-sister, had put in a claim for money from our grandfather's estate (he didn't like her and for good reason) so my money was kinda stuck in the UK for 6 months.
Long story short....there was no way I wanted these Italians to take my boat. I found it. It was my idea. So, while we hauled out at the end of August, I stayed on the boat while the Italian paraded around on the ground thinking that he was now the owner of my boat.
While I was in the boat, I searched for the Bill of Sale, found it, stuffed it down my cleavage and.... long story short....while he 'winterised' the boat in a friggin' afternoon (this usually takes days), I went and registered the boat under my name with the help of Stingo (yes, I know, I owe you a blowjob), and sent the Bill of Sale out of the country so he couldn't get his hands on it.
Long story short.......boy was he pissed off when he found out what I had done.
Long story short..we returned to Japan and he refused to leave my house until I had repaid his parents. But I had to wait for the period of probate to finish before my money was released. So he stayed with me for two full months. I paid his parents back, plus 700 dollars in unnecessary interest, he then refused to leave unless I paid him for his time.
Long story short...... this piece of shit gave me a spreadsheet of all the expenses he had incurred since being with me, despite the fact he didn't pay for his flight to Italy, or the two flights to Mexico, or the food and drink he ate in Japan, or the clothes he wanted me to buy for him, or the cost of the domestic trips I took him on. He paid for nothing the entire time he lived with me. It wasn't cheap, you know, feeding two, buying tickets for two etc etc etc.
The total I owed him was around $6000!! I am not kidding. He billed me for the time he spent cleaning the boat. He billed me for housework that he did. He even billed me for presents! Remember the ring that his mother gave me? Well it had been his ex-wife's wedding ring. When she saw it on my blog, she had quite a surprise! Anyway, he billed me for that, too. I couldn't believe his gall. Under the advice of Ange, I did my own spreadsheet and came up with a maximum of $800 that I owed him. (For a GPS) And that's all the git got. He should have got nothing but I was screwed up and feeling very fragile and weak and wanted to get him the hell out of my life, as living with somebody two months after they have dumped you, is really difficult and can really screw you up. He doesn't write about how he got his boat but the only reason that scumbag has a boat is because of ME and he knows it!
So yah, I used to come down to this boat every weekend. I didn't sail it much because I didn't know how to sail, but I drank a lot of wine on it - an especially good Beaujolais Nouveau was one of the wines I remember fondly - and started a kind of blog over on Virtual Tourist. This is where the Italian Stallion found me and before I could say 'Basta! Basta!' he was emailing me, telling me I had beautiful eyes, and long story short, uh, god, I was such an idiot, I end up inviting a complete stranger into my life. This man, who had lived off women for his 34 years on the planet - his mother DaRTHvADER, his first wife, a lovely woman he divorced via an email after running back to Italy having bailed on NYC and his studies and numerous jobs there (He doesn't write about this on his website and instead writes a heap of fibs), then a Polish mug who he lived off, and then me. Uh duh. Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Duh duh.
I was lucky that the family didn't want Grampy's apron, which he got as a retirement present. I guess it had no value for the vultures. Uh, my family truly sucked when Grampy died. I don't know what I'd do without my friends. Thanks Ange. Thanks GodinLA Thanks Farhad. All of you were like family to me during this time.
Before I entertained the idea of sailing, I used to go to department stores on the weekends to have free massage sessions in the chairs there. You can always find a bunch of bored husbands in these chairs. Note how I'm wearing my grandfather's socks. Here's an example of how lovely my family is to me.
The Day Before My Grandfather's Funeral. Location: His House. I'm in his bedroom. So is the Evil Aunt. She's rifling through every single cupboard and drawer, trying to find things of value, like the 17th century painting that went missing -fckers. I go to Grampy's sock drawer and take all his socks. Evil Aunt turns to me and says, "You're sick! Wanting the socks of a dead man". I gave her a look and walked out of the bedroom. I love my grandfather's socks. Very much. I'm glad they didn't go to the British Heart Foundation charity shop.
So yah, I gave up on day trips and instead googled 'learn to sail in japan'. Now, I don't come from a salty family, despite the Evil Uncle once owning around 60 sailing dinghies, which all had some kind of history attached to them, which he ended up selling, along with his house, and because this was odd, House For Sale With 60 Dinghies, it made the national news on TV. And blah. I'm tigressing. What I want to say is that whilst I once stood on a beach in Turkey looking at some yachts in the bay, turned to my Japanese boyfriend and said, 'I'd like to sail around the world', I actually didn't really have the sea in my blood, had never really thought about it beyond fish and chips. So ya, long story short, I became the first student of Bill's Little Informal Sailing School, http://web.me.com/buflobrain/Bliss_1/BLISS_Photos.htmlor BLISS, down in Kobe, which was a 1 hour Shinkansen ride from Nagoya to Shin-Osaka, which was the closest shink station to Kobe. Nagoya was a 30 minute ride from where I lived.(I'm feeling homesick. Wow.) The distance didn't bother me. I had to find something interesting to do no matter how far I'd have to travel to do it. So I did it. Every Friday, for the following 4 weekends, I'd sneak out of school early, cycle down the hill, take one train, then another, then another to Nishinomiya, get off the train, grab the bike that I ended up buying and keeping during the week in somebody's (?) bike lot, and cycle to the working mans' marina of Nishinomiya, just around the corner from the posh Osaka marina, which is full of gentlemen's investments, to study with Bill for the ASA Competent Crew Certificate. Bill was a star and let me stay on his boat. (He lived on land with his Japanese wife) I loved staying on Catch 22 - a little 21 footer. Loved it. Long story short, I loved it so much that by October 2004 I was the proud owner of my own 21 foot Yamaha JOG. It cost me 100,000 yen, or around 1000 bucks. Omg, I was so happy on this little boat. So very happy. I'd go to the boat, come rain or shine, every weekend. I loved Jack Daniels, named for my grandfather, Jack, and the men on the dock, who all liked Jack Daniels, convinced me to add the 'Daniels' to the 'Jack'. So I did cos when in Rome.
So yah, the year was 2004, I'd been cut open, lost the last remaining family member who cared about me, and well, there's only so much clubbing one can do in a lifetime. (I lie. I'll always enjoy a good old dance) So I started thinking of alternative hobbies to sex, drugs and techno. First I dabbled in day trips on the weekends, which usually combined a hike, with eating some kind of rice cracker on a bus full of OAPs. I did this about 3 times. The final straw came when I went on the Wine Tour, 5 hours away in Yamaguchi-Ken, and was horrified to discover that the tasting session was done in thimbles. You had to be there but I kept going back for more and then the old biddy women started hiding the wine from me, so I'd hide behind a display of rice crackers, and then jump out when they put the wine back on the counter. Fckers. Anyway, it was on this trip that a mukade (a horrible horrible horrible biting centipede in Japan) went up my trouser leg as I picked cherries - something-gari - with a bunch of 80 year olds. I had to find a new hobby.
So yah, I returned to Japan in the first week of 2004. I'd been gone 3 months. I spent two months with my grandfather, and one month convalescing on the beach in Malaysia. Cos I could. On Valentines Day of the same year, my grandfather died. I was really sad because he was the most important person in my life but was happy that he'd lived a long life (83 years) and had died peacefully in his bath, which is what he had wanted. Here's a picture of me (I was travelling alone with a cabbage) taken the day before my grandfather died. I was actually writing a story for him about me and the cabbage. It was so funny. I wrote to my grandfather a couple of times a week, you see, and he liked my silly stories. In the end I wrote part of the story on the card that accompanied his funeral flowers. I called him the day before he died but put the phone down because I thought I might be disturbing him as it was the morning and his only time to have a little bit of time alone. He was caring for his wife, my Not-The-Grandma, who had Alzheimers. It really took it out of him. Anyway, I kick myself for not being a selfish bitch and letting the phone ring for longer. I could have spoken to him and made him laugh one last time.
So yah, just after I got back from an overland trip in Africa that saw me camping every day, poohing on the Savannah's, and jumping out of a plane twice in Namibia, I discovered that I had an ovarian tumor. Long story short, I was fine, there was no obvious sign of cancer in the final report, and I lived to drink another glass of port, and then a few more. I went back to the UK to avail myself of the National Health Service because I'm a kant. Grampy said that he'd worked hard all his life and if his granddaughter couldn't get an operation on the NHS, when foreigners were getting free ops, then shame on the Queen. So yah, I found a new teacher for the school, said I'd be back one day, found somebody to look after Yoda the cat, and flew back to Blighty to stay with my grandfather, while I waited for the operation to happen at Warwick hospital, near where he lived. The point of this post is that the day I discovered that I had a tumor - in Japan, after going to a local private hospital for a scan - I sat in my deep Japanese bath and screamed. I realised at that point that it doesn't matter about the things that you have,(I'd been stoked about the SA flat) but rather that you are healthy; that matters. And more importantly, that you don't take life for granted, not that I had done so before, it's just that getting cut open and having to wear paper panties that later went missing, kinda re-brought it home to me that I should take a few extra risks in life to well, do it. Whatever 'it' would be.
Please note how I'm drinking a ni-jo of sake. I always go native.
So yah, when I wasn't partying hard on the weekends, I was a teacher in a Japanese high school. I earned 3400 bucks a month but in yen. I eventually had a virtually free house to live in - just $50 a month. I lived a somewhat frugal lifestyle. In a nutshell, I was saving most of my salary each month, especially given that I supplemented the full time job, with night classes I taught at home. By 2003, I had spent my first lump of savings, kept in my school locker, as I didn't trust Japanese banks at the time, on some property in the southern hamish. (I was embroiled in a tiff with the local council over demanding the right to not sign up for national health insurance in Japan because it sucks and you'd be better off having private 100% insurance, and cos I couldn't vote, I really put my foot down on this issue, and won, but in the meantime had to listen to the powers that be tell me that they'd take the money they said I owed, nearly 15k, for a health programme I wanted no part of, directly out of my account. Hence keeping tens of thousands of yen in my school locker for a number of years.) I shouldn't have used brackets then, but I did. Shoot me. So ya, with the first wad of cash that I managed to save over a period of about a decade (it took me a while to get going with the saving as I was paying rent up in Tokyo/Yokohama for the first three years in Japan and I partied hard and travelled hard during the 13 weeks vacation I got every year), I bought a flat in South Africa. Then I got sick.
This is how I spent the years 1992-2004. In Japan, going clubbing every weekend, getting trashed, shaggin' the occasional DJ Samurai. This photo must have been taken after the operation in October 2003 because I have a bit of a tummy on me. (I still do but it's not from a tumor. Ha ha.) I wish I still had the bag in the pic. I got it for, ahem, free, from a charity shop, The British Heart Foundation to be exact. ( Brits have the most diseased hearts on the planet, according to a recent report). It was free because the volunteer working the till, who was giving up his free time to help people with heart disease, thought it was my bag, so didn't charge me. I feel bad for not saying anything at the time but thought I deserved a free bag from the British Heart Foundation because I try to look after my heart by not eating CRAP which is what most chavs do in the F.UK, hence the need for a charity like the British Heart Foundation. Yeah, shoot me, I'm a kant. Stealing from a charity!! Shame on me. I tigressed. The point of this post was to show y'all My Life In Japan from 1992-2004. This was it. Just like the photo.
I think I shall spend today writing up The Story so far because there's a lot of history behind me and the boat and it's a good story. And funny. Apart from the skank ho bit. Kant with a c and a u. Uh, gotta have a Swiss Miss to turn me into a nice person again, instead of being this raving loony bitch after the blood of a skank ho. Grrrrr.
Sorry about the below post it's just that I'm having to deal with the reality that the skank ho, who I thought was my friend, but who ended up skanking with my guy, is in town, like the town where I'm going soon, and I hate that woman so much for what she did to me (Yes, it takes two but she sure was a skanky two-faced bitch slut ho to me, a friend! Kant with a c and a u.) This is my first time to have to deal with seeing a skank who caused great distress in my past and, whilst I wish I could shoot her in the head, I realise I cannot do that, but I'd like to. I loathe people like her. Giggles, Kak, as she signs her emails, is a skint New Age skank ho, who eats your food, chats with you on g-mail, asks you to go switch the solar panels on her unpaid for boat, sits with you as you cry tears of happiness that you are so in love, and then fcks your boyfriend almost as soon as you leave town. Stinky slut. I bet she slept with every Captain she sailed with, even if he had a wife. Yes, there are many reasons why I want to spit in the face of this used up skank ho. But I can't, can I? I can't shoot her in the head or spit in her face. I can't scream at her like I'd like to. "$#$@#$$%^%$##$%^&%$#@$%^&" The crappy thing is, my favourite haunt is probably where the skank hangs out because she plays there on Thursdays. Uh god. What a nightmare to have to see that skank ho face again. Uh, I hate how something that happened 18 months ago, still causes me heartache. I woke up with that churning feeling and I tried so hard not to. I feel so angry still. So very angry. Is this normal? I think I shall email the skank ho and tell her that I'll be in town and that if I see her I would like to spit in her face, but won't, yet I'd like to. If she's in the yard, I don't think I'll be able to stay. Gonna have to take this step by mast step.
UPDATE Yes, this is what happens to the other person, the person who was cheated on. They are left feeling angry and bitter. Good on Elin, who is going to leave Woods. Maybe she didn't give him enough sex, well, this is something they should have figured out before they tied the knot. Tiger: Listen. I like sex. I hope you do, too. Elin: Actually, I don't like sex too often. Tiger: Okay. Let's not get married then cos I'll be prone to stray if you don't keep me busy in the marital bed. But something tells me that Elin was there for him. He's just like every 2 out of 3 men - a cheat. Shame on all cheats who cheat on somebody who loves them, and shame on all women who knowingly fck another woman's guy.
Monday, 14 December 2009
It is best to only think positive thoughts
Right. Enough. Off out to enjoy a bit more of this beautiful sunshine. Managed to purchase the shuttle ticket but can't buy the bus ticket down to Mexico online so will just have to show up and keep my fingers crossed that there's a seat on the bus.
By the way, according to the headlines on the rags that they stack near shop registers, the following people are dying: Oprah Prince Charles Liz Taylor
Such a lovely day. Check out The Peaks. This town is beautiful. I will be sad to say goodbye.
I'm wearing my boyfriend's Covingtons. I love Covingtons. Mmm. I love Pinotage, too. I'm a fat bastard right now. Not for long though. I get fit on the boat, even if it's just in the yard. Fck. I love wine. I can't imagine being like the Evil Uncle who gave up booze after falling down an open manhole cover. I mean, okay, repent to your wife for a week, two max, but then get back to enjoying wine. A life without wine makes you a kant, which is what you became. That's it! I finally get why you've been a kant to me since my mother died. Man, you gotta get with the wine before you die. Life's too short to not enjoy this gift from heaven.
Yeah right. As if I was going to start a fast when Pinotage is in the 'hood! Sebeka Cab/Pin blend was zillions of bucks off today so I purchased a bottle cos this is why I retired myself; to do what I like, when I like. (I won't be so smug when my empire is spent by the time I'm 43, but for now I'm going to pretend to be a true Lady of Leisure) I also got another South African wine for a buck cheaper at $4.99 - a Lindemans Shiraz 2005. I love SA wine and am lucky that my place is just a quick run from a mugger and over the hill - to Heaven and Earth Valley or Hemel -en-Aarde in Afrikaans. It's bloody beautiful. More beautiful than Napa. (Sorry Napa Neighbors) So yah, there's gonna be no fasting for Ms Perkins just yet. I also bought a chicken! Herb and Lemon chicken. Rotisserie. I love rotisserie chickens. Gonna have some now with a glass of Pinotage. It's great to be free. What day is it? Hee hee.
Yeah! Where is the money coming from? It's not from outer space! It's from taxpayers money. Those fckers. We Brits are screwed too. I think each Brit carries a burden of 20k sterling since the bail out over there and still those bastard bankers want millions in end of year tips. The amount they want to give each other is equivalent to giving over 1 million pounds to each worker at RBS (The Royal Bank of Stealers) I can't believe that we the people are letting our leaders get away with more than murder these days. Right. Off for a walk so that I can think of nicer things than how fcked up our countries are becoming and how we are allowing them to do this to us. p.s Makes me sigh that they waited till just before Xmas to pass the 1.1 trillion bill. They did this because they are hoping that the masses are too busy thinking about turkey and trees to bother complaining. We need a new democracy. Please give The First Party a chance in the 2010 gubers. Voting for either the Reps or the Dems is a waste of time.
So yah, I guess I'd better get on it today and book the shuttle down the hill and then the bus onwards to Mexico. Y'all might wonder why I've waited so long to go but you've got to remember that first came the hurricane season. Then came the snow. I like snow so it's been nice to hang out here for my annual snow fix. Also, I'll be paid up in the yard from the 17th Dec till Jan 17th which means I'll have more chance to get the boat in the water, cheaper. It's hard to explain so I won't. It's a beautiful day. The snow's still out there but the sky is Internet Explorer blue. Gonna go for a bike ride once the sun melts the ice on the main roads http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article24178.htm.
By the way, if Obama 'didn't run for office to end up helping out a bunch of fat cat bankers', then why has he appointed fat cat bankers to his administration! What Obama says, and what Obama does, gives me little hope.
Kyowa National Bleach Your Cutting Board Day and to honour the 50th Anniversary of the founding of the National Cutting Board Society (NCBS), members of NCBS are being asked to take photos of their cutting boards. Here's my current cutting board relaxing with a coffee enema. The cushion cover is from Laos. It was 80 cents. Ha ha, forgot to tell you how lovely the Lao people are when it comes to haggling. Me: How much is this cushion cover? Lady: $40 Me: Hmmm. Lady: Okay. 80 cents.
It was that easy and so funny. They used to drop the price even before they told you the first price. Classic communism at work.
So yah, back to coffee enemas. It's no wonder that most folks are put off by them, given that when you do a search for 'coffee enema', it's mostly kinky sex sites that come up. I did this once at school in Japan and a page full of cocks came up on the screen. My god, I couldn't close the window fast enough. I can't imagine why some people find enemas kinky. Weirdos! Anyway, the point of this post is to let y'all know that I'm trying to dry clothes all over the house, and that I can take a photo whilst coffee whooshes into my bottom. See how easy it is! So yah, from tomorrow I'm going on a 3 day fast.
So yah, I'm really into deep space at the moment. Today I watched Mars Rover. Then I watched a NASA documentary, which was also good, despite somebody defacing the dvd cover with *AWFUL* just above a real review that said *FASCINATING*. They also changed "The Best Documentary Ever' into "The Worst Documentary Ever". Heehee. I love vandals like what these folks is, even though I found the documentary fairly interesting, whilst they obviously did not. Then again, I did pass out around noon, with the sound of space music coming from a galaxy far away, so I guess the documentary wasn't so riveting after all. Slight tigression.......j-in-ja-joy and I used to deface the text books at NOVA in Ikebukuro in 1992. Fck. That's a long time ago. A meeting was called and everybody got bollocked. End of tigression. Feeling the need for some fresh air, even though it was snowing like the day after tomorrow, I dug the bike out of the snow and went for a ride.
It's snowing really really heavily even though you can't see it in this photo. Breakfast was delicious. I want to eat it all over again.
You should see it outside right now. Snowing like the clappers.
Despite loathing the fact that I still have money in banks, I'm actually having a great morning. Potatoes, a turkey burger, broccoli and some rashers of bacon, are currently roasting in the oven. I'm quaffing an Amber Bock. Fcking crap. By Michelob. Uh, I bought the 6-pack cos it was only $5.99 and the only other $5.99 deal was on Modelo and well, I'll be pissin' pure Modelo in under 4 days time. So ya, don't do it. Steer well clear of typical American brews like, Bud, 'lob or Colt 45. I can't believe that people still buy these staid American beers, instead of ones like IPA or Berryweiss. I mean, I often see people putting cases of Bud in their shopping trolley. Like, wtf! So yah, its snowing/sleeting outside so I'm gonna stay inside and write about How I Got My Boat cos I have a heap of new readers who I need to victimise and bore.
It's Sunday, isn't it? So wtf is Congress voting on the 1.1 trillion dollar bill today for? I'm guessing that a heck of a lot of Senators are at home today. This country is so fcked up. (The F.UK is too)
One of these will hit the earth again one day. Live it while you can. It's a limited time offer. I know, I know, I've been suicidal twice this year, but when my head is right, like what it is now, I just want to live forever, and this is why I do coffee enemas. Gonna have one now. Don't give me that look. It's not as gross as it sounds. The Egyptians did them but without the coffee. The first time coffee was added was in the First World War when doctors ran out of morphine and instead used coffee enemas to help curb pain. Pretty interesting really. I'm not sure how much of a difference doing a daily (sometimes two) coffee enema has on my health, considering just how naughty I am when it comes to pleasure pursuits, but I'm sure it's not doing any harm, so I continue to do them, indeed, I've been doing them since January 2004, everywhere and anywhere.
This is a really high mountain on Io, one of Jupiter's moons. It's nearly 3 times the height of Everest, clocking in at 55,000 ft!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I rarely watch a movie more than once but Journey To The Edge Of The Universe is an exception to the rule. Watched it again last night and what a ride!!!!!!! The special effects are amazing. You gotta do it. It's one of those things you have to do before you die.
1. Watch Journey To The Edge Of The Universe 2. See the pyramids
Seeing as I'm on a roll I'll talk about the second time a man picked me up on Tottenham Court Rd. I was 16 still and walking home from Ibiza, the shop. It was the summer so I was working in the shop every day, saving for the ill-fated trip to Europe, where I got robbed on Day 1 and ended up in the bed of a man who was jumping all over me as I screamed, "I remember the number plate on your Porche so get off me you wanchor!!" Uh duh. Actually, I lie, if I was 16, then I was saving for a trip to Alicante as I had been invited to go and stay at the house of Isabelle, a girl who also worked in Ibiza, the shop. I'm tigressing. So yah, I was walking towards Charing Cross when a man ran out of a restaurant, ran up to me and said, 'I'd love to take you out to lunch tomorrow'. He was alright looking and nobody had ever asked me out to lunch (this was pre-Geldof), so I said, "Sure! But I don't have long on my lunch break. Just 30 minutes actually. Meet me at the shop where I work. It's Ibiza on Oxford Street" (Yes, my mother always told me to talk to strangers cos she did) The next day he picks me up at the shop at noon and off we go. He took me to a very posh Greek restaurant somewhere behind Oxford St. We downed 2 bottles of wine and oops, I got back to the shop at 3pm. As this was my first transgression and I was the best salesgirl ever, Yani and Melissa let me off.
I started sorta dating this guy but we only ever held hands. I was so innocent despite going to clubs and having lunch with strangers. He owned a gym on Bond Street and had a BMW (Not that cars impress me. I prefer ones that you can sleep in and that get 50+ MPG. Now that's a cool rig!) I'm tigressing. We dated for a few weeks where he'd take me to posh London clubs to sit in VIP sections drinking champagne. We never had to wait in line, especially at Cafe De Paris where we were always able to jump the queue. I felt so speshal. I was studying for my A Levels at the time (the exams you must pass to enter university) when he said, 'I'm off to Marbella next week for a week and I'd like you to come with me' (He probably thought I'd fck him if he took me to Spayn) But I said, 'I can't go cos I've got my mocks next week'. Uh duh, reminds me of when mum invited me to St Lucia but I said no cos I was behind in maths class at school. WTF was I thinking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, long story short, I ended up dumping Mr Bond Street cos his wine always had backwash floating on the top.
A post by Duder got me thinking about how the barman in the pub next to Woolwich College always knew my order and poured it as soon as I walked through the heavy glass and brass doors to the pub. I always had a snakebite and black, which is half a cider, half a lager, and a splash of blackcurrant. It was meant to be 'stronger' than your average lager and I liked the blackcurrant twist cos it reminded me of being a kid with a Ribena moustache. I'm tigressing. The point of this post is how when I was 16 a man came up to me on the streets of London - Tottenham Court Road to be exact - and said, "You have a lovely smile. Do you mind if I walk with you?' I was on my way home from my Saturday/Sunday job at Ibiza, a shop that sold leather jackets and animal print dresses on Oxford St, in the heart of the Big Smoke. I had to wear the jungle style dresses and dance around the shop. I was the best member of staff cos I had the gift of the gab and could get an Eskimo to buy a box of ice-cubes. My aunt, who I lived with at the time (yeah, bitch, you) wanted me to give her a third of my daily wage so as to teach me about how the government would do the same to me once I got a real job. Ha! Fck that for a game of soldiers; I left the country instead and payed a sweet 6% in taxes for the entire time I lived in the Far Out. I'm tigressing and this is becoming one of those long posts that people skip. I do it myself. Evil roar. So my aunt thought I made 11 pounds a day so would take 3 pounds from me, but actually(Hove) I was earning about 40 pounds a day because I was a kick ass salesgirl and made fcking heaps in commission. Yani, the Greek owner, and his wife Melissa, impeccably dressed and always smelling of Estee Lauder, used to call me into their office at the end of the day and pat me on the back for being their best salesgirl ever. EVER. I really did have the gift of the kuchi and was especially good at selling leather jackets to the Japanese. So yah, I was a rich little 16 year old when I lived in London but don't tell my aunt that. I tigressed. So yah, one night around 8pm, I was walking down Tottenham Court Rd on the way to Charing Cross train station when this guy in his 30's came up to me and said that I had a great smile and could he walk with me. He looked like a cross between Bob Geldof and that guy in The Thomson Twins. I was smiling cos I'd just made 40 pounds and was about to screw the evil aunt over by only handing over 3 pounds. Tee hee. Oops, long story short, I ended up meeting this guy every Saturday night for about 2 years - until I moved north to Manchester to attend the University Of Bulgarian Wine. He was dead clever this man. He was a movie director. He had a warren of rabbits encased in plexi-glass tunnels in his bathroom. He used to take me to the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art) on The Mall. I remember one movie we saw there that I've never forgotten -Funny Dirty Little War - set in Argentina. We also used to go to St James' Park where he'd read to me. We were just friends and then I left for university and never saw him again. It was easy to lose touch B.E (Before email)
Saturday, 12 December 2009
An esteemed reader was just telling me about a pair of socks when the radio started singing a song about reindeers. I tell ya, it's weird. OMG!!! I was just looking at this picture and the radio said, 'Fornication'. wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This week has been very Twilight Zone.Doo doo doo do. Doo doo doo doo. It's the radio. It says what I'm thinking. Like just now. I picked up the bottle of port and the radio said, "Portugal". WTF! This has happened heaps and heaps of times this week.
Hi. I'm this blog's Yuletide Reindeer. My name is Ryutaro. Ryutaro the Reindeer. I'm supposed to move and trot around and shit like that but the GIF isn't working. Nothing's ever free really.
This is where I'll be sleeping soon but it doesn't look like this now. Oh no. Not at all. Right now there's a heap of shit in the Admiral's Cabin. Tools. Solar panels. Stuff.
Just one more post. Neil's footprints are still up there.
Before I go home cos I left the fire without a fireguard thingy - JUST KIDDING - I'll post one more photo. Yah, so gonna go home and have some port and a stick of liquorice. Oh yeah, and watch some more space stuff. I might go to Mexico on the 15th because I am getting antsy and excited. I wanna pee in a cup again!!!!!
So yah, I went for a walk up the hill, and then down the hill. I forgot to take my camera and instead chewed on 3 liquorice sticks. Popped to the library so that I can go deeper into space. Got out Cosmos, Roving Mars, NASA The Ultimate Collection Vols 1 and 4, and NASA Unrevealed Secrets Of Cooking With Broccoli. Yep, I kinda fcked up because I bought more broccoli than I need as it's only 77 cents a pound right now. The thing is, I still have heaps of broccoli. Dammit. Do you check every pack of bacon when you buy it? I do. You know, to get the leanest rashers. The F.UK has the best bacon albeit it's imported from Denmark. The rest of the world sucks at bacon. Not that I'm a big bacon fan. It's just that lately bacon has been a mere 1.79 compared to its usual price of 3 bucks and higher.
I think this was me just now. Or it could have been yesterday. I don't know. But it was me at some point. Ah, yes, I remember now. It was me about 30 minutes ago before I dug the bike out of the snow. Mmm. Look at that bottle of port waiting to be opened tonight.
So yah, there's a sign on the door to the library that says, "No animals or skateboards beyond this point" ...but aren't I an animal? Stupid rule. Also, it sez no food or drink in here too but heaps of fckers are eating and drinking. I bought some port today so if I have some left on Monday and if I am still here and if the net doesn't work at home, then I'm gonna bring a hip flask of port to the library and some thinly cut Parmesan.
Yeah, so I came down to the library on the way to somewhere else but didn't reach somewhere else cos the battery on my i-pod wannabe went and I don't like cycling with no music in my ears so I came to the library to recharge the i-pod wannabe.
Fact. I've only been retired 9 months so it's not the end of the world. The past 9 months have been a bit like 9 and a half weeks but stranger. Or as they say in Japan, 'It's stranger'. p.s Check out the ladder. I can't believe I never fell down it cos I was pissed on tequila most of the time I was in Mexico. Once Jack slipped down it. It was sooooooooooooooooooo funny once I realised he wasn't dead.
"Liberty cannot be preserved without a general knowledge among the people" - John Adams
Watching the sun on the big screen nearly made me go blind. Don't try this at home.
Saturn's rings are actually dust and debris from a moon/s that disintegrated cos of either a collision with a floating dead fat Ameribrit or cos the magnetic pull of Saturn itself caused the moon to implode. And Jupiter is MASSIVE!! You don't want to get in that fcker's orbit or you'll be chewing gum till the Rapture comes.
I forgot to mention that National Geographic's Journey To The Edge Of The Universe was just about the best thing I have ever watched. Ever.
You gotta do it while diggin' it. It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo awesome. Gonna watch it again this morning. With the lights off and the LED Christmas lights twinkling. You have to see this! Where I'm staying I can watch this on a big projector screen so it's like I'm at the movies but minus all the plebs who sit there crunching loudly on CRAP! WTF! Ever heard of bananas? Or pounded rice cakes? This is the sun It's so big. And hot. And the arches you can see in this pic are actually positive and negative magnetic thingies. I can't wait to watch this dvd again. It's out of this world. It takes you to a lot of the planets and tells you about them. Real interesting stuff. You gotta do it while diggin' it. Do itttttttttttttttttt!
If I didn't have to pee at 4am then I wouldn't wake up so frickin' early. I shouldn't complain though cos soon I'll have to descend a ladder and then walk through a boat yard to go pee. Not that I do that. Evil roar. Nope (Didn't Obama say that once?) Instead I pee into a plastic cup and then throw it over the wall (depending on where my boat will be actually) when nobody is looking. It's good for the desert. The only bummer, pardon the pun, with living in the yard is doing my coffee enemas. You see, I wake up extra early to do them as I don't want to put fellow yardies off the smell of coffee (Fuff will know what I'm getting at here) so there I am, like up dead early, before even Blue Face the dog, trying to sneak in coffee enemas. The only problem is the boatyard guard who on occassion gets a bit concerned about the time I spend in the toilets so early in the morning. This one time I was lying on the floor of the shower cubicle retaining the coffee when he bursts into the loos and says, in Spanish, 'Are you okay??!!', which I think is 'Daijobu desu ka'. I was like, 'Um, yes, uh, thanks'. Remember that the guard would be able to see the outline of me lying on the floor through the smoked glass shower door.
Ants have been on the planet for over 100 million years. Driver ants are right fckers. Snow snow snow snow snow. It's snowing again. So pretty. Even though I'm on my tod, I'm having fun in this winter wonderland. I mean, think about it. What would you do/will you do when you no longer have to work? I have fun doing simple things. My imagination is wired so even a simple walk can be exciting for me. Just eating and drinking and thinking each day can be fun. Of course, I also do this because I know that I won't always be able to relax at leisure. One day soon I shall have to do something to earn my beer. It's the 12th tomorrow. Gonna be snowed in. I think that I shall take a journey to the edge of the universe tonight - one of the dvds I got out today. You know, sit back, take a deep breath, and thank God for CGI technology. An epic voyage across the cosmos. How cool!
Yeah, so whatever. Gonna go back home and have a beer. I guess if you didn't have a job you could hang at the library all day for FREE! Heat. Entertainment. You could bring your own food and drink in (as long as you sup and dine with manners)
You Americans are all about convenience so I thought I'd try and be all American-like and buy some ready made 'biscuit' dough and holy cow, wtf, helloooooo, exploding dough or what! Who needs Iraq when there's food like this out there.
I should stop waking up at 4am then I wouldn't be opening bottles of beer at 9am and cooking homemade meatballs at 10am and quaffing wine at 11am. Fck. Today has gone way too slowly for a drinker on a budget. Tried watching Battle Of Britain but the dvd got stuck. So I put One Foot In The Grave in instead but that got stuck too. This is why I am at the library after going for a walk. To get more dvds cos I'm bored stiff.
So yah, I went for a walk this morning and I went for a walk just now and well, today is going so slowly. I'm in the library. Came to get some more dvds seeing as I'll probably be snowed in tomorrow (any old excuse).
Every Friday I visit the Hermanus Times link in my link list to catch up on what's occurring in the part of South Africa where my flat is. There's usually a murder or two, a few muggings, the latest on baboons, and the ever present weekly car case involving illegally fished abalone. I was thinking the other day that I'm lucky as I have places in the world in different hemispheres, so if I want, I can experience summer all year round. Slight tigression. I had a friend in Japan called Hamish who my Japanese friend used to call 'Hemisphere'. End of tigression.
So yah, this white stuff just isn't going away and I've just found out that I have to dig a pathway for the postman as they are averse to having to wade through waist-high deep snow. Pussies! Today I shall go to the mall. Bwahahahahahahahahaahahahahaahahaha. I really want some cords like what I bought in 2007, then wore to death, then left in Japan. Then again, fck it, I don't NEED them. I have Grammici's now. So no, I won't be going to the mall after all. Too depressing anyway. All those fat bastards under one roof. Actually (Hove) folks at 7500ft aren't your typical American. It's real outdoorsy here so folks look pretty fit. In fact, I'm probably the biggest git in town cos this place has money and you just know all the bitches are getting lipo and boob jobs.
Hamajima, near the renowned and special Ise Shrine.
a dusty Mexican town and then getting the hell out of there to Gringo Land, 
where the rabbits all have perfectly white teeth and it never rains but pours.
d on a beach in Turkey looking at some yachts in the bay, turned to my Japanese boyfriend and said, 'I'd like to sail around the world', I actually didn't really have the sea in my blood, had never really thought about it beyond fish and chips.
then another,
then another to Nishinomiya, get off the train, grab the bike that I ended up buying and keeping during the week in somebody's (?) bike lot, and cycle to the working mans' marina of Nishinomiya, just around the corner from the posh Osaka marina, which is full of gentlemen's investments, to study with Bill for the ASA Competent Crew Certificate.
It cost me 100,000 yen, or around 1000 bucks.
went up my trouser leg as I picked cherries - something-gari - with a bunch of 80 year olds.
Grrrrr.
and ended up in the bed of a man who was jumping all over me as I screamed, "I remember the number plate on your Porche so get off me you wanchor!!"
as I had been invited to go and stay at the house of Isabelle, a girl who also worked in Ibiza, the shop.
and oops, I got back to the shop at 3pm.
and had a BMW (Not that cars impress me. I prefer ones that you can sleep in and that get 50+ MPG. Now that's a cool rig!)
where we were always able to jump the queue. I felt so speshal.
next week for a week and I'd like you to come with me' (He probably thought I'd fck him if he took me to Spayn)
but I said no cos I was behind in maths class at school.
always knew my order and poured it as soon as I walked through the heavy glass and brass doors to the pub.
I had to wear the jungle style dresses 
and dance around the shop.
on the way to Charing Cross train station 
when this guy in his 30's came up to me and said that I had a great smile and could he walk with me.
on The Mall. I remember one movie we saw there that I've never forgotten -Funny Dirty Little War - set in Argentina.
and the radio said, 'Fornication'.
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was Thor, cycling around the globe for peace.
