On words

Why is pizza pronounced “piTza”? and why is Salmon pronounced “Samon?”

Life’s a beach

 

I love beach holidays.Fuck hiking and camping, cities are a been there done that;the place to detox is sleeping on white sands, the smell of salt in the air, being lulled by the sea and the occasional nips into the water. 

The only setback is the sand.I love love the beach but sand’s my mortal enemy, man. They bloody get everywhere.

Can’t have everything I guess.

On the weekend

As that Potter boy says,

 ”I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”

Going away. HEE.

Scritch Scritch

I am surrounded by every manner of electronics. From the pda-phone to jot down my deadlines and contacts(which syncs), to the wireless laptop for the illusion of not being tied ball & chain to the office, to the ipod  with my 2kool4skool,uppity indie/grunge music list  and everything electronically-imaginable to keep me connected,inspired and productive (read:working till I drop) 

Which is why I still walk around with my new faux moleskin because:

1. I like the sound of berol on paper and

2. it cuts me off from everything that is work.

Next step;leaving home without the mobiles. (yeah right)

On True Love

True Love awaits, in haunted attics,

&

True Love lives,

on lollipops and crisps.