Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Text messages from Northumberland to my friend Sarah in Germany
1) I should have thought that you need sun and rain for a rainbow to form, the British rainbow does not need sun. And the tides here are so strong because of the litter, self-cleaning beaches. Lucky folks. From: manonafence
2)Hi Sarah, regards out from a bunch of grown fat pirates overrun and conquered by mutineering fertile slaves.
3) A Lady bumped me off my bike and no escape. And I had just wanted to make amends and say: the Germans are unappetising leftovers, ungraciouis losers who want to win too hard. The "Deutsche Tiefe" is caused by being bottomheavy and compares to thinking underwater, somewhat muddled.
2)Hi Sarah, regards out from a bunch of grown fat pirates overrun and conquered by mutineering fertile slaves.
3) A Lady bumped me off my bike and no escape. And I had just wanted to make amends and say: the Germans are unappetising leftovers, ungraciouis losers who want to win too hard. The "Deutsche Tiefe" is caused by being bottomheavy and compares to thinking underwater, somewhat muddled.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Newcastle-upon-Tyne and West Jesmond
Self-reflection...
Another view here and there?
Once I'd thought that out of the tourist season only shoe shops and hairdressers will do business in Italy. In the UK only mobile phone shops and real estate agents can deal with the basic needs of this pubulation, sorry, population.
But I show you that there is another access to real life, and right here in Newcastle!
But if one needs a 1-hour-treatment lasting for life the other sits down on a bench, has a friend and time.
A spot of bother
"They took up so much space. That was the problem with men. It wasn't just the leg-sprawl and the clumping down stairs. It was the constant demand for attention. Sit in a room with another woman and you could think. Men had that little flashing light on top of their heads. Hello. It's me. I'm still here." (Out of: Mark Haddon, A Spot of Bother)
Well, I say... it depends on who does the describing..
This book has been seriously entertaining with just the right mixture of sadness and being funny, of despair and of joy.
I think I should go upstairs, just as George in the book, get some Diazepam, drink a bottle of wine, then put my ear on the ground, look at raindrops in the grass, at spiderwebs, at the stars above, smile at the fog behind, hover above just prior to leaving and grin at my drunk self one more last time.
Well, I say... it depends on who does the describing..
This book has been seriously entertaining with just the right mixture of sadness and being funny, of despair and of joy.
I think I should go upstairs, just as George in the book, get some Diazepam, drink a bottle of wine, then put my ear on the ground, look at raindrops in the grass, at spiderwebs, at the stars above, smile at the fog behind, hover above just prior to leaving and grin at my drunk self one more last time.
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