When I was a very young man, just beginning to make my way, I was invited to dine at the home of a distinguished philanthropist. After a dinner of Bernard Matthews mini kievs and oven chips our hostess led us to an enormous drawing room. I was relieved that I had had the foresight to bring my pens. Other guests were pouring in, and my eyes beheld two unnerving sights: servants playing toppless table tennis; and up in front, a circle of small gilt chairs around a piano. I was in for an evening of chamber music.
Times have changed, England is at war with terror and nothing will be the same again, maybe that is a good thing. I'm getting a bike tomorrow then I just have to worry about being knocked off it. I love to love, but my baby just loves to dance.
#22 July 2005
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yes i do love to dance
except when im trapped
in package holiday HELL.........
its my first time to mallorca
i never really believed these places existed
but ive now discovered for the first time
that i must really be a snob
WHY WHY WHY
come to spain
to eat dogburgers
and watch holiday reps
sing staying alive
in cheap outfits
completely out of tune
and turn your skin
a nasty shade of magenta
why come to a place
that stinks of sulphur
where theres no grass
or nice sea views
just cement
and plastic poolside chairs
packed in so closely together
that i cant breath
except the urine
from the baby pool
and will someone tell that family to
SHUT UP
72 more hours to go
anyone been anywhere NICE this summer...?
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