Of Turkey, Food and Hiroshima (mon Amour...)
Well, after living alone for barely six weeks, my bedsit looks like it's been Blitzed. On my desk is a pizza roller in a stack of three pot-noodle boxes, a cereal bowl - used, empty lager cans (Pilsner Urquell) and soft drink bottles big and small literally everywhere.
But give me a stable 'Net connection and Dali's Car on the record player, and I'm happy as a pig in his own shite.
Otherwise, I've decided to make myself proper food every day this week. Today: Penne Rigate with chicken and tomato sauce. I can has kitshun skillz!
Next week, it's off to Istanbul. EXCITEMENT.
But give me a stable 'Net connection and Dali's Car on the record player, and I'm happy as a pig in his own shite.
Otherwise, I've decided to make myself proper food every day this week. Today: Penne Rigate with chicken and tomato sauce. I can has kitshun skillz!
Next week, it's off to Istanbul. EXCITEMENT.