December 2010
5 posts
Memo #3
After our cross country exploits (literally) around eastern Europe our tattered suits were looking a bit worse for wear. We popped into a delightful tailors in the upmarket part of Gali. Whilst my inner leg was being measured, a comforting smile came across the face of Mike, something I’d become familiar with throughout our perils. He had a warming glow about him, but as the tailor would...
Memo #2
Mike Spalding came into my life this week. Young man, great arse. He had a strange tan but this didn’t affect his impact on the ambiance of a room. Sure, he was flambouyant, but who could deny affection for such charming eccentricity? To set the scene we were meeting somewhere around the Czech-Austrian border after a busy business schedule in Russia, where we’d seen a man about a dog....
Memo #1
A clash with Mr Grapefruit Drink has yielded yet more in the way of lead filled wooden writing implements. There’s pencils everywhere. I’m often left wondering when will he learn? Will he ever see the benefits of biro? That aside the week has been steady with little joy regarding the quest for dignity/social adequacy. I was made aware of a sexy referencing scheme with much innuendo...
“Anger he smiles tow’ring shiny metallic purple armour.
Queen jealousy,...”
– Jimi Hendix - Bold as Love.
Dream
of that existential moment.