Sorry for the radio silence - internet silence, whatever - but I'm in Brighton. You'll never guess what I'm doing here. Go on, have a guess what I'm doing here. You'll never guess.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez would be proud of me.
Back later.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
By The Sea
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Something about melancholy whores?
Maybe something to do with making love whilst suffering from cholera?
Something to do with Columbian weed? Preparing to go into exile to write?
hmmm, looking for ice ?....following a trail of butterflies or maybe something to do with The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World....?
Bonjour La bête,
Writing a chronicle about the death of Pablo ?
Uncle Did
Spending time with dead folk and experimenting with alchemy in your rented bedroom?
You're going to be spending 100 years of solitude?
No more blog entries until 2108?
You must be eating in run down cafes, smoking cigarettes, reading Metamorphosis or some story set in Yoknapatawpha County.
That is, of course, when you're not being kissed by warm banana scented zephyrs, whilst lounging on the mosquito draped balcony of one of Brighton's rustic
plantations...doesn't Brighton have some of the most famous Banana plantations in the world?
;-\
Ha, Ha- that was SOOO easy to guess.Oh my, you are predictable! ;-)
Sounds grand!
Boning Shakira?
You're soldering little bits of gold into tiny fishes?
Preparing for Pride?
You are waxing your moustache and thinking about what's over the next hill, with the possiblity of starting a new settlement there.
Well as it's PRIDE this weekend I think you are attempting to sport as many clichés as possible in the way of leather caps, moustaches, hot pants and whistles and you are marching under the rainbow flag. Either that or you are having ice cream and playing on the pier. Could go either way really. Have fun
sampling manwhores?
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