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"?

I woke up in the morning with an arrow through my nose

IT'S CARNIVAL TIME AGAIN! Naked women and 24 hour samba! PHWOAR!
Discovered on Saturday night that Mick Jagger speaks fucking awful Portuguese, at least he mentioned Porto Alegre along with São Paulo, Rio and Bahia. Mighty fine show,couldn't afford the bus / plane fair to get to Rio meself to squeeze on the beach alongside million and half sweating South Americans but almost got the same effect in my spare room with the window shut, some sand sprinkled on the floor, stereo speakers with gentle surf sounds and TV up full volume. Now I need to work on something for the Rio carnival,wonder how many naked women I can fit into my spare room.

(I've been instructed to write (by Nanda)that Bono Vox also speaks crap Portuguese)

There was an Indian in the corner trying on my fucking clothes!