yesterday morning a dozen blocks away in sunny downtown cararacas...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=MCOQF_HRIiI
http://youtube.com/watch?v=9WFk0VHaPLY
me, look like a CIA spy?
she just wanted to have all the fun for herself..
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
the amazing true story of butt spencer
this is NOT Vanessa's brother, who dances special salsa...
there once was a dodgy, big and hairy american actor
i think it was in the 1970´s by the look of the facial hair
it seems he was famous in venezuela
i dont recall him
but i got stuck at the cannonball run
his charms were so great that a lady in caracas decided to name her newborn son after him
except she got the name slightly wrong
unlike the grate man
the one and only Bud Spencer
she named him Butt Spencer
and its all true...
i think it was in the 1970´s by the look of the facial hair
it seems he was famous in venezuela
i dont recall him
but i got stuck at the cannonball run
his charms were so great that a lady in caracas decided to name her newborn son after him
except she got the name slightly wrong
unlike the grate man
the one and only Bud Spencer
she named him Butt Spencer
and its all true...
Monday, October 22, 2007
un corso intensivo
the flesh is willing but the mind is weak
ive decided to study my butt off at spanish
im doing a page and a half of one of my books a day
and half a chapter of the other
its enormous...
but ive gotta get in there
coz i know i wont bother with ththththth after i bog off from here
soy demasiado flojo
bebe
sooo many nouns
sooo many verbs
sooo many adjectives
sooo much bloody todos
asi puedo escribir un blog en castellaño
with the ñ
did you see the ñ?
yeah i did that ñ all by myself
the question is, can i make it all stick or will i end up with a big mess of stuff that i cant make sense of?
cuidate!
it´ll be peachy
...
ive also been ruuuuuuuuuuuuing a large mistake made by dint of slackness
i could have brought loads of foreign currency and made a killing
the black market rate is more than double the official
so depending on how much i spend... i will probably be at least 500 smeckers out of pockit
que stupido!
plans keep mutating
shoud have done research
stupido!
was going to do a 2 day trip to las sabana
and 2 days on isla margarita
but then i discovered that wasnt all kosher
and the prices are dublin enormous!
tercero mundo? el mi culo!!!
much heftier than oz for touristy stuff....
berga y conio!
time for big time research time
...
went to rich persons shopping centre the other night
to visit vanessas boyfriend and his parents
via shopping centre...
que mierda que son
oscar is not the grouch
v knowledgable dude and his parents are huge polyglots that filled me with plantain chips and scotch
and give me info overload about places to see here and in colombia
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
we played escrabble, a bit like scrabble really
rather tricky considering my extremely limited vocab in spanish... lucky i had soapstar help
mrs oscar told me whats going on with chavez and his issues with wealthy people
it rung all astrange
way too similar to the zimbabwe thing with wealth redistribution
not a comfortable way to live
ive decided to study my butt off at spanish
im doing a page and a half of one of my books a day
and half a chapter of the other
its enormous...
but ive gotta get in there
coz i know i wont bother with ththththth after i bog off from here
soy demasiado flojo
bebe
sooo many nouns
sooo many verbs
sooo many adjectives
sooo much bloody todos
asi puedo escribir un blog en castellaño
with the ñ
did you see the ñ?
yeah i did that ñ all by myself
the question is, can i make it all stick or will i end up with a big mess of stuff that i cant make sense of?
cuidate!
it´ll be peachy
...
ive also been ruuuuuuuuuuuuing a large mistake made by dint of slackness
i could have brought loads of foreign currency and made a killing
the black market rate is more than double the official
so depending on how much i spend... i will probably be at least 500 smeckers out of pockit
que stupido!
plans keep mutating
shoud have done research
stupido!
was going to do a 2 day trip to las sabana
and 2 days on isla margarita
but then i discovered that wasnt all kosher
and the prices are dublin enormous!
tercero mundo? el mi culo!!!
much heftier than oz for touristy stuff....
berga y conio!
time for big time research time
...
went to rich persons shopping centre the other night
to visit vanessas boyfriend and his parents
via shopping centre...
que mierda que son
oscar is not the grouch
v knowledgable dude and his parents are huge polyglots that filled me with plantain chips and scotch
and give me info overload about places to see here and in colombia
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
we played escrabble, a bit like scrabble really
rather tricky considering my extremely limited vocab in spanish... lucky i had soapstar help
mrs oscar told me whats going on with chavez and his issues with wealthy people
it rung all astrange
way too similar to the zimbabwe thing with wealth redistribution
not a comfortable way to live
Saturday, October 20, 2007
not a cyrillic adaption
me and the lads having a few polar beers....theres a super breeze coming in today
the sky is grey
and its blowing away-a nanosecond at a time
the humidity that envelopes me
last night i went to a pool hall
called dominoes
with vanessa, her brother spencer and her friend jota
its was great fun
there was dodgy latino music pumping at extraordinary levels
the kind that would normally drive me nuts
but somehow it was really cool
the patrons were all shaking their hips
i may have learned something that day
i had to wear jeans
which felt like an analogy gone wrong
we got stuck into the beers
but they only had the baby sized ones
not even a babycham
i played like a dios
until i finished the first beer
when naturally i started playing like rubbish
plus la change
there were waitress like birds wearing purple vests and ridiculously tight white trousers
which were designed to show their latin culos in a big way
i kept being amazed how much i was enjoying the music and the atmosphere
the latin blokes huffing and puffing and parading around like peacocks
didnt get on my tits much at all
the girls with their incy wincy tops on
didnt get on my tits at all
OOH ANOTHER NIGHT...
yes another night
we go the metro
amazingly clean and efficient
not at all like the tercero mundo
2 nights back we went to el leone
which is castellano for breeze legs
and sat in this marvellous outdoor area
in the snug warmth with yummy beers
polar light, polar not light
and big bad polar mummy bear beer
we at tequanos which are sort of stick pastry things with melted mozzarella in them
and eventually i met jose
how was sitting with some of his mates
who all spoke english
especially one prat who thought he was being funny trying to take the piss out of the gringo by making up bullshit stories
he didnt get too far
i was feeling a bit sketchy so i didnt bother playing along
the traffic the traffic
the bloody traffic
la gente la gente
you gotta admire their ambiguous references...
the sky is grey
and its blowing away-a nanosecond at a time
the humidity that envelopes me
last night i went to a pool hall
called dominoes
with vanessa, her brother spencer and her friend jota
its was great fun
there was dodgy latino music pumping at extraordinary levels
the kind that would normally drive me nuts
but somehow it was really cool
the patrons were all shaking their hips
i may have learned something that day
i had to wear jeans
which felt like an analogy gone wrong
we got stuck into the beers
but they only had the baby sized ones
not even a babycham
i played like a dios
until i finished the first beer
when naturally i started playing like rubbish
plus la change
there were waitress like birds wearing purple vests and ridiculously tight white trousers
which were designed to show their latin culos in a big way
i kept being amazed how much i was enjoying the music and the atmosphere
the latin blokes huffing and puffing and parading around like peacocks
didnt get on my tits much at all
the girls with their incy wincy tops on
didnt get on my tits at all
OOH ANOTHER NIGHT...
yes another night
we go the metro
amazingly clean and efficient
not at all like the tercero mundo
2 nights back we went to el leone
which is castellano for breeze legs
and sat in this marvellous outdoor area
in the snug warmth with yummy beers
polar light, polar not light
and big bad polar mummy bear beer
we at tequanos which are sort of stick pastry things with melted mozzarella in them
and eventually i met jose
how was sitting with some of his mates
who all spoke english
especially one prat who thought he was being funny trying to take the piss out of the gringo by making up bullshit stories
he didnt get too far
i was feeling a bit sketchy so i didnt bother playing along
the traffic the traffic
the bloody traffic
la gente la gente
you gotta admire their ambiguous references...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
estoy siempre un pochito cansado... bebe
hola mundo
outside of the window there is a fantastic view of buildings cars and people swarming about the place
its a hot and sweaty day today in caracas
like the 2 that preceded it
and perhaps the 20000' that preceded it too
my head is swimming with spanish words that i am trying to absorb at an allarming rate
it seems that in 2 days i have already got a tenuous working grip on spanish
if my interlocutors speak despacio and clearly
which isnt as easy as it sounds
it is quite a skill to learn
to speak simply to non madre lingua speakers
this family is so kind to me
vanessa speaks good english
(nothing to do with me)
spencer, the brother understands quite a bit
mum and dad... well not so much
swimming, doggy paddling around in circles
just keeping my head above water
with all this new information
so many words look and sound like italian
its like ive got a 50 percent head start
just gotta get some more verbs sorted
remember the various conjugations for past, future and conditional... maybe
muchas cosas
arecho baby
yesterday vanessa took me for a wander around the centre of caracas
fascinating
its been too long since i set foot in a place like this
the chaos, the smells, the traffic, the street vendors
the objects of familiarity that arent familiar after all
we straggled through shops and malls
down hot humid streets
this place certainly is alive
we went to a nice parque
and to the fauna museum
or something like that
with loads of cool info about the indigenous fauna and peoples
and the ambiente
v interesting
surely this is what life is made for
today im going to try to find a bank that doesnt ask for a stupid id code
and going out tonight with vanessa, spencer and her boyfriend oscar to el leone a groovy pub apparently
where i will catch up with jose too
much sweating to do before then
outside of the window there is a fantastic view of buildings cars and people swarming about the place
its a hot and sweaty day today in caracas
like the 2 that preceded it
and perhaps the 20000' that preceded it too
my head is swimming with spanish words that i am trying to absorb at an allarming rate
it seems that in 2 days i have already got a tenuous working grip on spanish
if my interlocutors speak despacio and clearly
which isnt as easy as it sounds
it is quite a skill to learn
to speak simply to non madre lingua speakers
this family is so kind to me
vanessa speaks good english
(nothing to do with me)
spencer, the brother understands quite a bit
mum and dad... well not so much
swimming, doggy paddling around in circles
just keeping my head above water
with all this new information
so many words look and sound like italian
its like ive got a 50 percent head start
just gotta get some more verbs sorted
remember the various conjugations for past, future and conditional... maybe
muchas cosas
arecho baby
yesterday vanessa took me for a wander around the centre of caracas
fascinating
its been too long since i set foot in a place like this
the chaos, the smells, the traffic, the street vendors
the objects of familiarity that arent familiar after all
we straggled through shops and malls
down hot humid streets
this place certainly is alive
we went to a nice parque
and to the fauna museum
or something like that
with loads of cool info about the indigenous fauna and peoples
and the ambiente
v interesting
surely this is what life is made for
today im going to try to find a bank that doesnt ask for a stupid id code
and going out tonight with vanessa, spencer and her boyfriend oscar to el leone a groovy pub apparently
where i will catch up with jose too
much sweating to do before then
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
simon
The Far Side, Brixvegas, this was created with love on the top floor, behind the small square window...
apparently we can write waht we want .... / well thats usually a welcome opportunity for me to spout on for hours about what i thnk is worth spouting on about - and usually gives Simon the opportunity to say , " what the fuck" , "shut the fuck" or something equally australian and Simon like. But now I have a free reign to say what the " fuck " I like...
and I am normally Never stuck for wordfs. I dont think chicken neck , bottles of wine and guiness helps but the wrds are starting to blur..
but words that do spring to mind are : cocophony , blah , sex with whoever, jaribe de paulo, italia , la flaca, wild turkey , fast cars on snowy roads, very BAD tasting peyote, sexy french jazz bands, SMILES and tall trees, paisley shirts , ALANIS - hahahahhaha - , rubbishhhhh - talking it , Foood , a lost book of mexico , virgin shagging , CruMble Guts... , Fgood, Bicken Chins and al lot lot more...
if memories are the petrol of our life we shall surely be chugging away for a long long time my dear winkle pickle wearing Australian goon...
If life were simple , and I mean simple not in the way James Joyce meant it, we would just be all togther , sitting and talking shit until those winkle pickers turned an ugly shade of brown and melted into the glowing members of our friends for 50p a throw.. and heretherandeverafter my love and winklekisses, Cx
and I am normally Never stuck for wordfs. I dont think chicken neck , bottles of wine and guiness helps but the wrds are starting to blur..
but words that do spring to mind are : cocophony , blah , sex with whoever, jaribe de paulo, italia , la flaca, wild turkey , fast cars on snowy roads, very BAD tasting peyote, sexy french jazz bands, SMILES and tall trees, paisley shirts , ALANIS - hahahahhaha - , rubbishhhhh - talking it , Foood , a lost book of mexico , virgin shagging , CruMble Guts... , Fgood, Bicken Chins and al lot lot more...
if memories are the petrol of our life we shall surely be chugging away for a long long time my dear winkle pickle wearing Australian goon...
If life were simple , and I mean simple not in the way James Joyce meant it, we would just be all togther , sitting and talking shit until those winkle pickers turned an ugly shade of brown and melted into the glowing members of our friends for 50p a throw.. and heretherandeverafter my love and winklekisses, Cx
Monday, October 15, 2007
eddie grant puo ciucciare i miei calzini
if they knew i were coming, they would have put on some coloured clothes and decorations...
then i took it higher....
then i took it higher....
Sunday, October 14, 2007
not quite rocking down to nearby electric avenue
lahndahn town is here
so am i
above the far side
the pub
not the comic strip
catherines little place
very cute
and on top of a pub!
in brixton
in lahndahn
a treeep to the laundrette
the marquis of lorne
another traditional old english pub
there are no riots
there are no rich people
there is electric avenue
the very first place in the uk where there was electricity
i learned that today
you know i learned something today...
meet joe black is in telly
a proper pub lunch was had downstairs
with hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooergarten
feeling kinda seedy
after a late night megabus trip from brisvegas
smokin and drinkin and natterin
talkin the talk
drinkin the red red wine
and red stripe with no cup
then red red rooster wine
slovak spirit
whacky macedonian benzina
catalan creme
other things in groovy bottles with plantlife in tow and faces off
eng bok
didnt get that much of it
v little schleep
munty me
johhnnny
we worry
wont he go on home
from his date with heimi henderson
so am i
above the far side
the pub
not the comic strip
catherines little place
very cute
and on top of a pub!
in brixton
in lahndahn
a treeep to the laundrette
the marquis of lorne
another traditional old english pub
there are no riots
there are no rich people
there is electric avenue
the very first place in the uk where there was electricity
i learned that today
you know i learned something today...
meet joe black is in telly
a proper pub lunch was had downstairs
with hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooergarten
feeling kinda seedy
after a late night megabus trip from brisvegas
smokin and drinkin and natterin
talkin the talk
drinkin the red red wine
and red stripe with no cup
then red red rooster wine
slovak spirit
whacky macedonian benzina
catalan creme
other things in groovy bottles with plantlife in tow and faces off
eng bok
didnt get that much of it
v little schleep
munty me
johhnnny
we worry
wont he go on home
from his date with heimi henderson
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
ththththth
it rained today is brisvegas
didnt do much
when to the local italian deli
bit dodgy really
prosciutto too thick
mozzarella too bland
piss taking pronto brothers
slept most of the day
stayed up late last night
went to the cadbury
with chris and faisel
no chocolate
groovy pub
curry and pint or 6.50
a visit to ems
a visit to juice
a juice to visit in the pub
she was there
the bar bird looked kinda snaky
and kind of skinny
they asked everybody to move along please
back to juicy and joelandia
for spliff and limoncello
then the thun red line til late
couldnt sleep much
nfi why
quick run down on other things
a couple of nights by the juice in her nice warm house
a couple of nights by the em in her new fab place
a beet of water and stuff all over the shoppe
benji is big with loadsa hair
house is big
with loadsa white and rooms and a great big garden
silly worta making life tricky
yoda is still a luffly miss
just hanging with peeps
hardly riveting stuff
didnt do much
when to the local italian deli
bit dodgy really
prosciutto too thick
mozzarella too bland
piss taking pronto brothers
slept most of the day
stayed up late last night
went to the cadbury
with chris and faisel
no chocolate
groovy pub
curry and pint or 6.50
a visit to ems
a visit to juice
a juice to visit in the pub
she was there
the bar bird looked kinda snaky
and kind of skinny
they asked everybody to move along please
back to juicy and joelandia
for spliff and limoncello
then the thun red line til late
couldnt sleep much
nfi why
quick run down on other things
a couple of nights by the juice in her nice warm house
a couple of nights by the em in her new fab place
a beet of water and stuff all over the shoppe
benji is big with loadsa hair
house is big
with loadsa white and rooms and a great big garden
silly worta making life tricky
yoda is still a luffly miss
just hanging with peeps
hardly riveting stuff
Sunday, October 07, 2007
viva brisvegas
The Cadbury house, Richmond Rd, Brisvegas... where nobody lives nearby
emmas house-10 metres further down the road
juicy's house-where the photo was taken from, about 20 metres up the road
jims house-100 metres up the road on the left
Faisels house-120 metres down the road on the left
chriss house-one street down, about 50 metres up the road
sitting in juicy and joe lounge room
here is comfy brisvegas
arrived thursday late
milano malpensa to brisvegas intervallo
juicy and joe come pick me up
what a luvverly feeling
back to casa loro
for beers steers and queers
and a chat
tired juicy goes orf to bed coz shes gotta go to work
next day, not a lot
watch some vids
play on the internerd
eat some munch and make a short trip to the pubbage
emma drops by looking worse for wear
all is good
friday not gone to chris's
crashing at ems fab new pad
with stuff all over the place
including floor on watttta
a luvverly garden
a charming yodacina
all bright shiny houses
big and not bad
drinking wine
eating proper traditional english curries
and the juice loosener smokey bear
between ems and juices there is about 20 metres
or 23 yards
if you are into that kind of thing
and a fab pub
rumoured to be amongst the best in town
the cadbury
big big big beer garden
with pool table and lots of smokers
look
over that fence
its ems place
benji is big
and his hair is bigger
im orf
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
belin post
ah cazzo, sono in ritardo
sono le 16:49
e devo uscire dalla casa di erik fra 10 minuti
volevo fare un riepologo blog
di queste 3 settimane
e soppratutto di quello 4 giorni un po strani
beh, ormai è troppo tardi
quindi scrivo questo
quanto mi piace questo paese
in 3 settimane mi sono ricordato tanto di perche mi piace cosi tanto
anche perche mi rompe le palle
sono molto contento
la prossima volta che scrivo sara in inghilterra
un mondo diverso
ma non troppo
forse la mia mente avra cambiato marcia
e scrivo in thththththththhhhh
puodarsi...
sono le 16:49
e devo uscire dalla casa di erik fra 10 minuti
volevo fare un riepologo blog
di queste 3 settimane
e soppratutto di quello 4 giorni un po strani
beh, ormai è troppo tardi
quindi scrivo questo
quanto mi piace questo paese
in 3 settimane mi sono ricordato tanto di perche mi piace cosi tanto
anche perche mi rompe le palle
sono molto contento
la prossima volta che scrivo sara in inghilterra
un mondo diverso
ma non troppo
forse la mia mente avra cambiato marcia
e scrivo in thththththththhhhh
puodarsi...
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
the blog about doing a blog when you are just about to go out and have dinner blog
last night
la la la la
i had apertivo with mo e ste
in a luvverly vicolo leading down from piazza della meridiana del culo
had a nice wander across the haunted town
past porta soprana
down the rampage thing
groovy chinese type statues all over piazza de ferrari
down via qualcosa di aprile
then thru fontane marose and down via garibaldi or strada nuova
depending on whether you live in a port city that makes the bottom point of the industrial triangle of the north, joining with torino and milano
or a centuries old maritime republic that trades like demons and runs a piracy racket through most of the med
anyway
columns all over the shop
just as i like it
v happy to see ste again
and v happy to chat with mo
3 timpacos and great free munchies
not that measly bowl of crisps like you get in some places
afterwards i was much delighted to see that via garibaldi is lit up each night now
really is a treat that
also molto contento that the centre is looking cleaner than ever
be
sto per uscire a mangiare da mo
anche lo squilibrato verra
quindi faro' un altro giro nel centro storico
mi sento tutto possessivo
se come fosse un pianto mio o un bebe
tomorrow afternoon its train time to milano malpensa to leave this world behind
at least for the moment
mio dio sone belle... che c'e da fare?
la la la la
i had apertivo with mo e ste
in a luvverly vicolo leading down from piazza della meridiana del culo
had a nice wander across the haunted town
past porta soprana
down the rampage thing
groovy chinese type statues all over piazza de ferrari
down via qualcosa di aprile
then thru fontane marose and down via garibaldi or strada nuova
depending on whether you live in a port city that makes the bottom point of the industrial triangle of the north, joining with torino and milano
or a centuries old maritime republic that trades like demons and runs a piracy racket through most of the med
anyway
columns all over the shop
just as i like it
v happy to see ste again
and v happy to chat with mo
3 timpacos and great free munchies
not that measly bowl of crisps like you get in some places
afterwards i was much delighted to see that via garibaldi is lit up each night now
really is a treat that
also molto contento that the centre is looking cleaner than ever
be
sto per uscire a mangiare da mo
anche lo squilibrato verra
quindi faro' un altro giro nel centro storico
mi sento tutto possessivo
se come fosse un pianto mio o un bebe
tomorrow afternoon its train time to milano malpensa to leave this world behind
at least for the moment
mio dio sone belle... che c'e da fare?
Monday, October 01, 2007
where to stick your bacheca
Via Ravecca, a bit up from Eriks place, photo of Porta Soprana taken with some dodgy postcard filter obviously...
its a lovely sunny day her in la superba
at least at the top of the fucking scale it is...
my brain is still playing fog monsters tho
60 hours later and there i was
marvelling at the stupidity of not connecting the underground platforms of piazza principe station to the metropolitana
hence making passengers go up up and up
before going around around and around
then going back down down and down
to get to the metro
which was in effect about 50 metres away
che stupidaggine
and how about that not big hole in piazza sarzano?
it doesnt look quite right without it
instead theres this gleaming sensible pretty metro station
made me giggle and marvel once again at this fantastic ridiculous city and country
lots of bollacks were spoken on friday night
the padrone di casa went out to a pre arranged appointment that he forgot all about
mr mountains excelled himself at banging on about all kinds of crap
forza mr mountains!
the couch cushions keep moving
bastardi
sabato... boh
dinner at the not at all bonkers nadotti household
involving a lot of head butting over whether or not you can make cheese without the knowhow beforehand or if you can just experiment
it went on for hours
i nearly split a rib trying not to laugh
eveningsong bought out a trip to the bicu
mr mountains and paolino
sitting at this huge table by themselves whilst hordes queued angrily and stared
noemi and daniele
squilibrato and me
later marghco showed up
and a lady who looked kind of familiar
this fab place where they give you fab food
big fucking surprise there...
and these fuckoff big 3 litre thingies of home brewed beer that they plonk on your table and you can help yourself
one can imagine how much i hated that
there was apparently some rugby game on, italia versus scozzia
stupid bottom obsessed game if ever there was one
mr mountains was cranky coz he had a crap view of the crap game
and i kept telling him how crap it was
fistsful of this bowser thingsies later there were all kinds of rubbish being spouted
i contributed manfully
somebody found a bear, a grizzly according to mr mountains, because of its face...
i stuck wooden skewers up its butt and called it erik
now it sits beside me with €222,50 written on it
apparently the price of the evenings consumption
piffle and poppycock i say..
stayed up til 9am
much to eriks dismay
watched a film with super terrone in it
then the grand pronto which was a little fuzzy and very rainy
wanted to barf when legend car webber got bumped of the track
after a days sleep
went to paolinos house with a phenomenal view
and ate pizza and watched them try to copy music
what a boon that has been
long live leon!
at least at the top of the fucking scale it is...
my brain is still playing fog monsters tho
60 hours later and there i was
marvelling at the stupidity of not connecting the underground platforms of piazza principe station to the metropolitana
hence making passengers go up up and up
before going around around and around
then going back down down and down
to get to the metro
which was in effect about 50 metres away
che stupidaggine
and how about that not big hole in piazza sarzano?
it doesnt look quite right without it
instead theres this gleaming sensible pretty metro station
made me giggle and marvel once again at this fantastic ridiculous city and country
lots of bollacks were spoken on friday night
the padrone di casa went out to a pre arranged appointment that he forgot all about
mr mountains excelled himself at banging on about all kinds of crap
forza mr mountains!
the couch cushions keep moving
bastardi
sabato... boh
dinner at the not at all bonkers nadotti household
involving a lot of head butting over whether or not you can make cheese without the knowhow beforehand or if you can just experiment
it went on for hours
i nearly split a rib trying not to laugh
eveningsong bought out a trip to the bicu
mr mountains and paolino
sitting at this huge table by themselves whilst hordes queued angrily and stared
noemi and daniele
squilibrato and me
later marghco showed up
and a lady who looked kind of familiar
this fab place where they give you fab food
big fucking surprise there...
and these fuckoff big 3 litre thingies of home brewed beer that they plonk on your table and you can help yourself
one can imagine how much i hated that
there was apparently some rugby game on, italia versus scozzia
stupid bottom obsessed game if ever there was one
mr mountains was cranky coz he had a crap view of the crap game
and i kept telling him how crap it was
fistsful of this bowser thingsies later there were all kinds of rubbish being spouted
i contributed manfully
somebody found a bear, a grizzly according to mr mountains, because of its face...
i stuck wooden skewers up its butt and called it erik
now it sits beside me with €222,50 written on it
apparently the price of the evenings consumption
piffle and poppycock i say..
stayed up til 9am
much to eriks dismay
watched a film with super terrone in it
then the grand pronto which was a little fuzzy and very rainy
wanted to barf when legend car webber got bumped of the track
after a days sleep
went to paolinos house with a phenomenal view
and ate pizza and watched them try to copy music
what a boon that has been
long live leon!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
whilst in napoli, maggots hair is styled by tennisballsrus and he chooses to look at...
Castel St Elmo... is on top of a hill, this photograph was obviously taken errr on top of that...
A rubbish view from Castello Sant Elmo...
Il maschio angioino... the week before i showed up
Il maschio angioino.... this week is mostly wearing traffic
Saturday, September 22, 2007
not in bastardo
Madonna della stella, the residence of the lovely Tiziana and Gaia... Named after the religious building here, which in turn was named coz some fool claimed to have seen the madonna coming from a star... yes, yes and i saw a goat doing back flips on a floating egg whilst listening to Pop Will Eat Itself and with knee high stilettos on...
i am so very near to bastardo
its just up the road
but i will not go there this time
i feel no need
just being in its vicinity works for me
denail does too at times
i have been doing an epic translation for tiziana
a tourist guide to montefalco
serious shit involving not little brain power
but i really enjoyed it
i hope at some point to get a copy of it and put it here for nobody to read
i have now learnt
and immediately forgotten a zillion words for different bits of churches
ho hum
i need more sleep
the fold out couch here is a beast
no back support leaves a beaver with dodgy parts
last night we had spiedini with salad and yummy sagrantino
mozzarelle, salami, pane fresco and tanti cose buone
in my usual delicate way
trying to be helpful
i broke the handle on tizianas dishwasher
che furbo che sono
birri is sleeping on the couch
the most talkative cat ive ever encountered
tonight i am going to a party for a teacher who is leaving somewhere and something
to be the pesce tropicale extraordinaire
i cant remember the ninna nanna that starts... go to sleep little baby...
i have also, corrected english homework and helped gaia with her english translations
i havent used the brain like this for nyears
how long?
tiziana is sick of umbria, she wants to go live by the sea
gaia has a punky hairdo
and a certain rob just cant say no
big thanks to father who's credit on uk sim has been enormously helpful
i wish i knew what i was looking for
might i know where i would sleep
im under the same milky way as ever
the view is just a little different...
its just up the road
but i will not go there this time
i feel no need
just being in its vicinity works for me
denail does too at times
i have been doing an epic translation for tiziana
a tourist guide to montefalco
serious shit involving not little brain power
but i really enjoyed it
i hope at some point to get a copy of it and put it here for nobody to read
i have now learnt
and immediately forgotten a zillion words for different bits of churches
ho hum
i need more sleep
the fold out couch here is a beast
no back support leaves a beaver with dodgy parts
last night we had spiedini with salad and yummy sagrantino
mozzarelle, salami, pane fresco and tanti cose buone
in my usual delicate way
trying to be helpful
i broke the handle on tizianas dishwasher
che furbo che sono
birri is sleeping on the couch
the most talkative cat ive ever encountered
tonight i am going to a party for a teacher who is leaving somewhere and something
to be the pesce tropicale extraordinaire
i cant remember the ninna nanna that starts... go to sleep little baby...
i have also, corrected english homework and helped gaia with her english translations
i havent used the brain like this for nyears
how long?
tiziana is sick of umbria, she wants to go live by the sea
gaia has a punky hairdo
and a certain rob just cant say no
big thanks to father who's credit on uk sim has been enormously helpful
i wish i knew what i was looking for
might i know where i would sleep
im under the same milky way as ever
the view is just a little different...
Monday, September 17, 2007
hot and sweaty in napoli
8 am naples
the fattest bastard ever is sweating in a hostel
a weekend of amazing food and amazing scenery
most of it being from a distance
doppio malt beers on a thursday night in central naples town
random discussion about spirits and dancing
followed by complete bollocks discussions with backpackers from all over the world in a drunken haze
saturday morning in a blaze of heat wander to the port to get a coach
coaching with muzak to the country
una famiglia simpatica
soo much food
salamis, pasta, pizza .. the real thing
amazing views from cliff tops
spectacular fireworks
amalfi,ravallo... quasi quasi carina quanto lei
feeling kinda dodgy
more amazing food
yummy beer and gorgeous icecream
meeting countless kind and interesting people
and a couple of cool doggois
wine, liquors and vegetables all from home
attempting luring of bellezza to far away climes
stories of animals less and more cude and cuddly
more and less venomous and bitey
driving in truly italian style around curves and great speed
late night beerings and random conversations in some strange tongue
spectacular panorame costiale
cheeky cigarettes and cheekier eyes and smile
la nonna 91enne
fortunatemente sa parlare in italiano
searching for cheap flights to beneththththuela
cheaper flights to albion
what to do,where to do it and who to do it
this drug is pulling me in...
e quanto è bella
the fattest bastard ever is sweating in a hostel
a weekend of amazing food and amazing scenery
most of it being from a distance
doppio malt beers on a thursday night in central naples town
random discussion about spirits and dancing
followed by complete bollocks discussions with backpackers from all over the world in a drunken haze
saturday morning in a blaze of heat wander to the port to get a coach
coaching with muzak to the country
una famiglia simpatica
soo much food
salamis, pasta, pizza .. the real thing
amazing views from cliff tops
spectacular fireworks
amalfi,ravallo... quasi quasi carina quanto lei
feeling kinda dodgy
more amazing food
yummy beer and gorgeous icecream
meeting countless kind and interesting people
and a couple of cool doggois
wine, liquors and vegetables all from home
attempting luring of bellezza to far away climes
stories of animals less and more cude and cuddly
more and less venomous and bitey
driving in truly italian style around curves and great speed
late night beerings and random conversations in some strange tongue
spectacular panorame costiale
cheeky cigarettes and cheekier eyes and smile
la nonna 91enne
fortunatemente sa parlare in italiano
searching for cheap flights to beneththththuela
cheaper flights to albion
what to do,where to do it and who to do it
this drug is pulling me in...
e quanto è bella
Friday, September 14, 2007
vivo e vegeto (quasi)
dear world
i am alive and king terrone
after an epic 40 hour voyage i am safely ensconsed in a hostel in napoli. It bit. the beavismachine to melby hairport, a fight and a missed plane, another plane to sillyney, a big wait, a messican bloke who suffered my spanish, a plane to taipei where there was no george, but tasty snack treats and a dodgy shower...a plane to bangkok where i walked 2 kilmotres to end up in the same place, a plane to rome, where it all became funny, a train to roma termini, with some south efricans, a train to naples with some carine napoletane who invited me to see gigi d'alessio and who werent super impressed when i said that he was shite.. a fake metropolitana, another fake metropolitana, a wander in a street and a dead me in a sneaky corner...
The hostel is fab, there is even a lawn to lounge on, which is a large rarity in this country.
last night i went out with the bella laura, che è veramente bella....and her simpatici friends and brother....
its like falling off a bike and waking up in a place that sounds and smells familiar, like it should be an old friend, but the brain doesnt want to adapt...
its luffly and warm here and all the people speak this super language that is somewhere in the recesses of my brain.
now i am going awaaaaaaaaaaay and back to bed
as tonight apparently i am going to a bar called 'kinky', but its apparently nothing to do with touching culos and more about reggae... mon
un saluto cordiale a tutto il mondo
one limebeaver that is not there, but more likely here...
if this sparks an interest, this is the site of my hostel where i am old...but my ability to swear in italian has earned me much respec.......t
this hostel is.....
http://www.lacontrora.com/
i am alive and king terrone
after an epic 40 hour voyage i am safely ensconsed in a hostel in napoli. It bit. the beavismachine to melby hairport, a fight and a missed plane, another plane to sillyney, a big wait, a messican bloke who suffered my spanish, a plane to taipei where there was no george, but tasty snack treats and a dodgy shower...a plane to bangkok where i walked 2 kilmotres to end up in the same place, a plane to rome, where it all became funny, a train to roma termini, with some south efricans, a train to naples with some carine napoletane who invited me to see gigi d'alessio and who werent super impressed when i said that he was shite.. a fake metropolitana, another fake metropolitana, a wander in a street and a dead me in a sneaky corner...
The hostel is fab, there is even a lawn to lounge on, which is a large rarity in this country.
last night i went out with the bella laura, che è veramente bella....and her simpatici friends and brother....
its like falling off a bike and waking up in a place that sounds and smells familiar, like it should be an old friend, but the brain doesnt want to adapt...
its luffly and warm here and all the people speak this super language that is somewhere in the recesses of my brain.
now i am going awaaaaaaaaaaay and back to bed
as tonight apparently i am going to a bar called 'kinky', but its apparently nothing to do with touching culos and more about reggae... mon
un saluto cordiale a tutto il mondo
one limebeaver that is not there, but more likely here...
if this sparks an interest, this is the site of my hostel where i am old...but my ability to swear in italian has earned me much respec.......t
this hostel is.....
http://www.lacontrora.com/
Thursday, September 13, 2007
just popping down the shops for 40 hours to get some milk
starting off at shat-oh beavouirvis at bloody horrible oclock
a snifty early morning drive in his motor
to riveting melby airport, where was farked about by twats and missed the plane
fortunately i was 4444 hrs early for connection so get next flight full of business nobs
to syddely haiport, where chatted to some mexican and waiiiiited and marvelled at all the rugby-the crappest-game-possibly-ever world *cough* cup bullshit they were peddling...
before boarding air *cough* china plane to....
fascinating chang kai-shek aiport in taiwan, where i sat around a bit more and most certainly DID NOT meet anybody called George.. did have a tricky shower tho and became most pleased with self
before getting another toasty flight
to shiny new bangers airport, and walked 2 kms to end up 10 metres away from where i started..
before getting back on plane that had chilled out by now... and flew for bloody ages...
to roma little river band aiport... its like falling off a bus and landing on your abductor muscles...
and getting on the fiumicino train to roma town, chatting with some seth efricans about being careful of gyspsies and not giving a crap about rugby
wasted further time, fended off scumbag who wanted to help me used ticket machine coz i look like a gringo...rang erik..
got the not really that fast intercity train to napoli.... wondered if head was going to fall off and chatted to 2 pretty ladies going to a gigi d'alessio gig there
to napoli centrale... where i wasnt hassled by scumbags, much to my surprise.. was all this chat about terroni all propaganda?
found my way to the ´'metro'
tried to figure this out with head listing dangerously...
found my way to the ´'metro'
tried to figure this out with head listing dangerously...
changed trains from line bananabanglschlop to line mountfalltechnics and was subjected to horrible ads on monitors on platforms and excessive fucking about
Saturday, September 08, 2007
post chiang restaurant
tonight i ate at post chiang restaurant
now what does that put in your mind?
next thursday i will be eating at pre mao bakery and sconehouse
wednesday next i will be going to the mid trotsky foot massage and burger bar
is all this sounding a bit silly?
how about in august when i slurped myself silly at the early Haile Selassie's udon eatery
or got really drunk at late Idi Amin's All Night Boozer
desperate for material?
I bet you've never been to recently deceased Arafat's Dry Cleaner on a tuesday
or The soon to be Stephen Biko motorbike rental shack over by the hump
what is he like anyway?
the up and coming pol pot horticultural studies campus is an old fave
just over from the patchy time related adverbial Lumumba opticians
how far can an envelope be pushed then?
the never met him Nasser water purifying and crocodile husbandry convent was never to o shabby
and the where his head at JFK library of astrophysics research
but you probably knew that already
i would recommend the temporal suspension of Túpac Amaru's barrel of balm delights
but its quite a bus trip from wont be back for brunch William Wallace's toothpick emporium
the slippery slope? get your own...
downright whiffy by now Archduke Franz Ferdinand Lounge and Lavatory shoppe is always on the go
but the groove is better at just popped out for a plant and pen Llywelyn ap Gruffydd Hip Joint
is is over yet? my cheeks are turning blue...
not as blue as its all over chief sitting bull bottom's vinyl emporium and milk stand
as for frozen Rasputin's lurrrrv and other things saucy parlour...
just dont mention Garibaldi... he's been through enough already
now what does that put in your mind?
next thursday i will be eating at pre mao bakery and sconehouse
wednesday next i will be going to the mid trotsky foot massage and burger bar
is all this sounding a bit silly?
how about in august when i slurped myself silly at the early Haile Selassie's udon eatery
or got really drunk at late Idi Amin's All Night Boozer
desperate for material?
I bet you've never been to recently deceased Arafat's Dry Cleaner on a tuesday
or The soon to be Stephen Biko motorbike rental shack over by the hump
what is he like anyway?
the up and coming pol pot horticultural studies campus is an old fave
just over from the patchy time related adverbial Lumumba opticians
how far can an envelope be pushed then?
the never met him Nasser water purifying and crocodile husbandry convent was never to o shabby
and the where his head at JFK library of astrophysics research
but you probably knew that already
i would recommend the temporal suspension of Túpac Amaru's barrel of balm delights
but its quite a bus trip from wont be back for brunch William Wallace's toothpick emporium
the slippery slope? get your own...
downright whiffy by now Archduke Franz Ferdinand Lounge and Lavatory shoppe is always on the go
but the groove is better at just popped out for a plant and pen Llywelyn ap Gruffydd Hip Joint
is is over yet? my cheeks are turning blue...
not as blue as its all over chief sitting bull bottom's vinyl emporium and milk stand
as for frozen Rasputin's lurrrrv and other things saucy parlour...
just dont mention Garibaldi... he's been through enough already
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