last days of radio (va te faire foutre)
well the france love/hate swingometer lunges around like a spastic drunk on a partick night bus, finally unsteadily stopping firmly vomit flecked in the love half once again. no plasticine-like tent pegs and stroke-inducing lost boys-style dutch kids roaming wild and unfettered and unbeaten this time round. possibly vital to the enjoyable sense-stroking gastronomical hardcockwetorgasm experience this year. i have eaten every type of animal possible with little guilt and artery clogging buttery fat. and very few vegetables. i have drunk many a wine and beer and cognac with bloated liver impunity. i have smoked and fucked and shrugged, unshaven and rumpled and now dear sirs i am back refreshed and enlightened and ready to foam and cuss and type drunkenly and (il)logicaly until my black little heart’s content and my fingers gnarled and nicotine palsied. bring on the wine women and song. woo haa.
2 October 2008 at 12:04 am
mmm.. aye well, still unconvinced by the french, but the random images that flickr assualts you with when logging in still amuse and delight;
http://www.flickr.com/photos/freya_valkyrie/2905335445/
demands a caption;
http://www.flickr.com/photos/freya_valkyrie/2905335689/
2 October 2008 at 12:05 am
oooh moderation is it now? well awelcome filter to a half cut post
2 October 2008 at 9:22 am
it’s the links man, the links, that require moderation. those pesky sausages.