boredom
how uneventful life seems to be at the moment.
bulgaria was fantastabuloustic and i wanna go back next year :D
we were driven all around the country by bb's dad and shown and photographed at all the sights, though we were all drowsy from the car sick pills we'd taken and spent most of the days asleep. we met many family members all of whom seemed extremely friendly and welcoming despite that i couldn't understand a word they said, and they nod and shake their heads in the wrong places. the grandparents posessed goats :D
bb's mother showed us all around sofia telling us about everything in great detail which was v interesting and she bought be a very pretty necklace too.
highlights were staying up til 5am talking utter (but perfectly logical) gibberish. CAN YOU SEE IT FLOATING?! not now son. i'm making............................ toast. much listening to the postal service and muse also took place.
and then i came home
headphones broke during the flight, damn them.
on wednesday i saw greg solo in cambridge. all was well. support street regal most most impressive.
thursday saw bright eyes supported by british sea power, bsp were mooooooooooost excellent and left me hyperhyperhyper with all their between song weird noises and drums and stuff. not the right mood for bright eyes. however i stayed til the end and by the last song was getting rather into it, i'm so slow, damn me.
friday took me off to brixton for miss black america. i would like to say that they rocked like rocking black americans, but they're not black or american and i had to leave before they came on. but it gave me and rob time to muse over the terrible predicament of the farmyard pig.
every animal on the farm seems to have two uses. the sheep and goats have wool and milk as well as meat, cows have milk, chickens have eggs and so on. the pig, however, doesn't. what can one do with these poor little piggies to give them some other purpose in life than to be brutally slaughtered, barbecued and munched up (yum.)?
and so we decided they shall become hat stands. certain precautionary actions must be partaken in order to protect the hats on which they stand. no. the hats by which they are stood upon. that is exactly the type of mistake one CANNOT afford to make when going into this kind of business. anyway, we must prevent the pigs from using our hats in the party games of which we know they are so fond, musical hats and pass the hat and such as this may result in some hats being eaten, which of course is bad, and not a good business venture.
which is nice.
and
that is all, i believe.
thank you.
goodnight 8)
bulgaria was fantastabuloustic and i wanna go back next year :D
we were driven all around the country by bb's dad and shown and photographed at all the sights, though we were all drowsy from the car sick pills we'd taken and spent most of the days asleep. we met many family members all of whom seemed extremely friendly and welcoming despite that i couldn't understand a word they said, and they nod and shake their heads in the wrong places. the grandparents posessed goats :D
bb's mother showed us all around sofia telling us about everything in great detail which was v interesting and she bought be a very pretty necklace too.
highlights were staying up til 5am talking utter (but perfectly logical) gibberish. CAN YOU SEE IT FLOATING?! not now son. i'm making............................ toast. much listening to the postal service and muse also took place.
and then i came home
headphones broke during the flight, damn them.
on wednesday i saw greg solo in cambridge. all was well. support street regal most most impressive.
thursday saw bright eyes supported by british sea power, bsp were mooooooooooost excellent and left me hyperhyperhyper with all their between song weird noises and drums and stuff. not the right mood for bright eyes. however i stayed til the end and by the last song was getting rather into it, i'm so slow, damn me.
friday took me off to brixton for miss black america. i would like to say that they rocked like rocking black americans, but they're not black or american and i had to leave before they came on. but it gave me and rob time to muse over the terrible predicament of the farmyard pig.
every animal on the farm seems to have two uses. the sheep and goats have wool and milk as well as meat, cows have milk, chickens have eggs and so on. the pig, however, doesn't. what can one do with these poor little piggies to give them some other purpose in life than to be brutally slaughtered, barbecued and munched up (yum.)?
and so we decided they shall become hat stands. certain precautionary actions must be partaken in order to protect the hats on which they stand. no. the hats by which they are stood upon. that is exactly the type of mistake one CANNOT afford to make when going into this kind of business. anyway, we must prevent the pigs from using our hats in the party games of which we know they are so fond, musical hats and pass the hat and such as this may result in some hats being eaten, which of course is bad, and not a good business venture.
which is nice.
and
that is all, i believe.
thank you.
goodnight 8)