In the final stretch now, just over 3 months to go. And I've had my 1st stint of travel fatigue, which I suspect is a less-wussy name for home-sickness. But hell, I'm a world traveller and can get away with the non-wussy name for it now.
Both very good theories! You would not believe how fat I am, however. I have trouble believing how fat I am, and I was there when the tailor measured me. That he offered me lunch after discovering my waist measurement suggests he's a very brave or very wealthy man. Perhaps undyingking has the better idea - he's realised I'm a porker and is trying to slim me down some, in case I have a heart attack before final fitting...
Ugh. Hungover today. Frances insisted we hang with the locals last night, and ended up headbanging to a chinese guy doing Metallica covers. Excellent bassist, playing a regular bass guitar left handed, didn't seem to fret at the difficult riffs. Or perhaps he was shit and I was too trolleyed to notice.
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Well hey, I still haven't come up with a non-wussy way to say we miss you both terribly.
We've seen Ronald MacDonald in the Wai pose
That's really quite scary. You couldn't make it up, could you ?
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Just don't be surprised if it's a bit chewy. What do you think happens to those offcuts?
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"Just wait until after lunch, sir!"
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Hope you both stay well, we're all just sitting here really...
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;o)
I'm going to be poor, but very well dressed on return!
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