I'm a Jiggly Tits Man

I THINK I ACTUALLY transformed into vegetable state today. My boy, here for a few days during carnival, has brought his TV over, a 14inch wee colour jobby, and I watched TV for hours s'afternoon, "Faustão" followed by "Fantastico" and then the Samba parades in Rio. It's taken me a while and a few beers to revert to human form.

GOT A MESSAGE below from one Rafael,for some reason I couldn't get an e-mail to you Raffa but if you send me your e-mail address I'll write something, meanwhile, and this also applies to anyone interested, if you want to know about my personal history with regards to being Welsh and the Welsh language follow the link on the right "Y Ddraig Goch Fiction", there's something I wrote a few years ago ("The Search for the Red Dragon" is not fiction).

FROM NOW ON it's Samba samba samba all the way, naked painted girls with quaking bums and jiggly tits, it's samba, and there's four or five days of continuous naked painted girls with quaking bums and jiggly tits on TV this week. I only have a borrowed 14inch for a few days. Imagine if I had a 50inch plasma jobby.

Wasn't it Kafka who wrote "I'm a Jiggly Tits Man"?