Weeks have passed and I've been neglecting my millions of fans from around the world. Yes it's true - I've had visits from Italy. HI! You there in Italy! BUENGIORNO or whatever. Canada; the US of A - did ja'all have a nice thanksgivin' ? And the Nederlands, where, I believe, there are lots of naked people in saunas. Oh, and some dude in Australia - G'day Bruce/Sheila, we'll hafta crack a few tubes together soon. Bad luck about the rugger, those pommie bastards didn't deserve it, where were the tries??? They thought they were playing football that's why they won.
You may or may not be gladdened to know the grass has been cut, I spent the best part of last Saturday morning sweating behind a hot lawn mower and cutting away at wayward creeping plants with an enormous scissors, better known as shears. I spent the best part of last Saturday afternoon getting steadily drunk on Fine Brazilian Ale. Needless to say, the dogs didn't get shampooed. They will!
This year has been the first in 12 years that I've missed the Porto Alegre book Fair; FOR SHAME! I had some terribly pathetic excuses (being drunk was the main one). The book fair is a wonderful annual event in which to get drunk and pretend to be an intellectual. A year ago I was drinking Fine Brazilian Ale with Victor and we were reading Aechylus' Prometheus Bound in loud voices and with appropriate gesticulations. ( I must point out here in fact that I and only I was the one drinking FBA for Victor is one of those fine, rare young gentlemen who can enjoy themselves without the necessity of such fripperies. He was drinking cachaça. )
What fun it was. In the past I've picked up some exellent examples of fine literature at the Feira, especially Victorian erotic tales, 'My Secret Life' by 'anon' etc.
It's a Friday night and I'm drinking beer again.
I'm going to pause here. Eat. And reflect on life.
Should I get up at 6am to watch the final tomorrow?
Uhm...I think no. Of course I shall never know the true answer until 5.55 am. And of course as we all know, or at least somebody out there knows... (haven't I used that line already?)... THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE! yes it is.
It's Friday night again, and yes as you may have guessed, I'm drinking beer. It's quite a bizarration that I have all sorts of things in my head to write about during the week...must remember to write about this about that....then Friday night comes and POOF.
Here are some developments in my life: the dogs are getting smellier and the grass is getting longer. I guess that's non-developments really, the weeks are passing by and every weekend I find some pathetic excuse, that's what you're thinking right? Well that's basically it. Tomorrow I've got to do something to get off my fat arse and get the dogs washed and grass cut.
Providing the weather's okay.
England don't play good rugby, they've got to the final by playing football. Look at the results, there's hardly a try to be seen, it's all kicks. Penalties and drop goals. So in answer to the question, who am I going to support tomorrow? Well I'll think about it dreaming.
SHWMAI! It's over for the Welsh team then, we can return proudly though, it wasn't a shameful defeat against the saeson, if that blasted ref hadn't awarded so many penalties...
I'm still on my no-beer-during-the-week diet, I'm not sure it's working and I really really feel a great difference... NOT! Maybe I'll go back to drinking beer during the week, or maybe I'll get a bathroom scales or pop into a chemists to check out if I've lost some pounds. The good news is - it doesn't hang over the belt yet!
Today is Friday so I'm drinking beer, listening to Frank Zappa - Broken Hearts are for Assholes - and, right now, Leonard Cohen.
Friday's a nice day for me, just private students and no group of screaming 12 year-olds, that was yesterday.
Let me get another beer.
Brazilian beer... deelish.
I must stop right there because I'd sort of promissed myself I'd try not to use this as a platform for my moans and gripes about Brazilian things, from beer through driving to politics. Brazilians are allowed to say lots of lovely inflammatory remarks about their country, but us foreigners are not.
"I saw you naked in the early dawn", 'Greensleeves' - Leonard Cohen. I'm sure Henry VIII didn't write that line.
Sunday morning 11:00, I waved the Red Dragon flag around and yelled WHOOOO HOOOO several times. Wales were ahead at one point, at a few points in fact. On the taxi on the way, we got the driver to constantly beep his horn while we waved the flags out of the windows, just like the Brazilians at World Cup Soccer. The taxi driver thought it was great fun and didn't charge extra for the beeping.
If you were watching your favourite football / rugby / volleyball / basketball ..... etc. team on tv playing an important match and a lovely girl came and danced naked in front of the tv, what do you do?
Later today, the sun has been shining and it's been fairly warm. No I didn't cut the grass or shampoo the dogs, they can stay smelly for another week.
Oh, by the way, that didn't happen at the Shamrock pub, the naked dancing girl in front of the tv I mean. Somebody out there knows what I'm talking about.
It's a cliché, it's Nature's bad joke, revenge probably. Yes, once again, bright sunny and hot all week then Friday night and all Sat'day - rain! My lawn is getting hairy and the dogs smelly, or is it the other way around?.
Hope you're all having a great Samain, that is Halloween to you Christians. While the kids were out dressed as Mickey Mouse and E.T. trick or treating, we were dancing naked in the moonlight, having midnight orgies and sacrifying virgins. Great fun. Pass another virgin would you Beelz! Cheers!
It's a cliché, it's Nature's bad joke, revenge probably. Yes, once again, bright sunny and hot all week then Friday night and all Sat'day - rain! My lawn is getting hairy and the dogs smelly.
Hope you're all having a great Samain, that is Halloween to you Christians. While the kids were out dressed as Mickey Mouse and E.T. trick or treating, we were dancing naked in the moonlight, having midnight orgies and sacrifying virgins. Great fun. Pass another virgin would you Beelz! Cheers!
