HEDGEBOY13 - Tue, 21 Nov 2000
Since contacting you all in Porto I have been exploring the adjectives associated with rain. I have been rained on, in, over, around, off, into, along etc etc etc. I think you get the picture. I have made the executive decision to head further south towards the algarve, I want to go surfing for 2 or 3 weeks, just enough so I can be erect for about a second (ooo er). Lisboa doesnt have particularly big waves anyway, but I guess that is because it is a city and it is made of rocks and not water. There may be a few problems getting a board and getting aboard a board so if it doesn't work out Ill go to Morocco and get buggered by gangs or roaming arabs instead . . which isnt nice, but is all the rage down there. There are many dark individuals in town offering me huge blocks of hash and bags of cocaine and stuff like that. I think it must be my nosering or my large eyes or my rainbow top. I just tell them that cycling and hard drugs dont go together and they totally ignore me and keep trying to sell me the stuff. I think I might try behaving slightly mad to see if this puts them off. I was cycling along the other day and Alice died. I tried roadside surgery using a spanner and a rusty nail but she was totally fucked. I took her to a doctor and we replaced her gears and chain and crank and bottom bracket. She is now fully recovered and better than ever. What a trusty (and a bit rusty) steed. She says hi by the way Better go, I am off to the British consulate to find out about Libya. Apparently they dont like cameras, this must be because they are all ugly. Be good and if you cant be good, err be good anyway because I say so. lots of love (girls) x # = a punch in the face |