The singer from Mexico, and other tales.

Yo ! Yo ! Yo !

I don’t think I’ve ever started a sentence like that in real life. I might start though, I miss the general atmosphere and phraseology of 1991-92 when it was, through the Good Ray Cokes Era of MTV, acceptable to say that again. Around about the time when Snow was protesting his innocence : he never stabbed that guy down the lane, a liggy boom boom down !
Have you seen Radge’s blog lately ? It looks class. He knows how to put pictures up and all now. I know how to as well. I haven’t got the time though. I’ll paint pictures with words for you. Obscure words that don’t sound like they belong together in a clause ; that’s the usual way I do it and I won’t be changing me ways at this hour.
So I’m not long back from a holiday in Brittany so I’m not. There I scratched off, very firmly, one of the entries in my gold bound TO DO life list. Sailing.
All the same, Never fucking again. Granted we went out when the weather was stormy and tossy as fuck but still, it’s not a nice way to pass time. And a lot of time, five or six hours it may have been. On a boat that was almost completely vertical was is the inquitetude of the waves. Vertical. Meaning that my wet, cold, lifejacketless ass is hanging onto one side in order not to tumble down to the other and into the deep onky where shock and doom await.
To be perfectly honest, I was terrified. Not seasick, as I don’t suffer from that. Unlike the pregnant woman and six-year old child who were upchucking and crying for the whole journey, but sincerely frightened. I thought for sure that this voyage was going to send us all straight to the Clearing At The End Of The Path. But it didn’t. Don’t ask me how, perhaps through the power of prayer or maybe the miraculous skills of the salty old sea dog and his son who were piloting the forsaken thing, but eventually we got back to terra firma, all aged prematurely after the experience. And at least I can say I’ve sailed. Can you ?
That aside, a fine time was had down at Rennes and Saint Malo. Forbidding weather but that didn’t stop the Guingouains from jumping half naked into the brine. They are mad hoors the French.
Work is cracking along fine. I’ve really found my groove and rhythmn so it’s all gravy now. I’ve got the life right now which affords me plenty of time to do the things I want to do. This is just how I wanted it all along. Nice to have the weekends back too, and I nearly always have a long weekend with every third week giving me a super long weekend running from Friday to Wednesday. Get that fuckin’ done.
Here, I can’t be on this computer all day long, I’ll get back to yiz soon.

Anyone know of any tickets going for the Electric Picnic like I asked yiz last time ?

Seriously now.

Other quick things of recent note that ruled -

Petanque with Dr. Fell at Tuileries

Getting rubbered in Bastille with Simon

Laughing as a seagull swooped and stole a sandwich out of G's hand, her actual hand!

My music award.

Oh, I never told you about the singer from Mexico!

No time now though.