Here's why I love them English boys. Ed Westwick in particular... the accents orgasssssmic!!!
Marcus & The Drop Dead Diva
Just finished watching Drop Dead Diva online cos I know I'll miss the first episode when it premieres on Channel 5 this Thursday as I'll have the Patrizio Buanne concert to attend.
This evening I was awaken by a sad dream I had from my evening nap. It was of Marcus. I dreamt that I was watching this short-haired brunette sing 'Leave Right Now' (Will Young). It was like in bar and I was sitting right in front when suddenly Marcus came out of nowhere, hugged her from behind and kissed her, like he meant to rub it in my face.
I immediately woke up but with a heaviness in my heart like I could just burst out crying. Since I re-hooked up with Marucs last Saturday, I've been talking myself out of feeling that sense of attachment to him, like I'm expecting something more. But you know thats not possible, even though Marcus is not a paying customer. He's the guy I keep around for my own pleasure and kinky office sex on the boardroom table.
And of course he's English. A rather snooty one at times. He doesn't believe in drinking tea out of a styrofoam cup - tea should be served in china. Bah... But that why I like him. He's got class. I like him also cos he's a little shy, not too brash or loud, Marcus speaks in a gentle tone, exactly how a gentlemen should speak to a lady. (Lemme digress a sec: I really can't stand those ROC women who talks so loudly in public with their irritating accent and high-pitch voices. Feel like slapping them and saying - You're a lady for goodness sakes. Don't talk so loudly like you want the whole of China to hear you! Anw, back to the topic). He insists on staying mysterious; which means I dont even know his last name. When I asked him whether he's married or seeing someone... he doesn't want to say. As much as I'm curious about him, staying mysterious is probably the best deal for him cos I know deep inside, thats is why I'm still attracted to him.
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Its so typically me. I like it mysterious. It makes it so much more exciting. Don't lemme get you all figured out cos then I'll lose interest. So last Saturday was the longest I've ever stayed in his office. More than an hour I think. He let me sit with him while he works when I promise to be really quiet and read my magazines. Its nice watching him work.
I remember the previous time that I met him, which was about a month or more, Marcus had a little cough. It was the first time that I saw the vulnerable, 'human' side of him and I immediately thought - Oh my baby isnt feeling well - and felt like I have to hug him some more. Ok I know, I'm getting soft.
Anw... yeah. When I was watching Drop Dead Diva, other than being able to relate to being a plus-size, the scene where Jane couldn't tell Grayson abt her feelings, really touched me. Of course in my situation its different altogether cos I'm a whore and I'm not supposed to have feelings.
But what happens when you start to feel but you can't tell that other person. Guess you don't have to be a whore to be in that scenario.
On another note, Dody does not sms me on Mondays now cos his wife is now home on Mondays. Heh, yeah... I stil havent broken up with him.
Lord Prezza - You must be joking!
Baron Prescott of Pork Pie - it's official!!
So all you have to do now then to get a peerage is run two carbon belching motors, cheat on your wife, punch voters in the face and try to dodge flying eggs....
No wonder they want to abolish the House of Lords. This latest appointment just shows what a complete farce it is.
The last lingering dregs of a discreditted ex-government
So all you have to do now then to get a peerage is run two carbon belching motors, cheat on your wife, punch voters in the face and try to dodge flying eggs....
No wonder they want to abolish the House of Lords. This latest appointment just shows what a complete farce it is.
The last lingering dregs of a discreditted ex-government
She's Always A Woman To Me
Currently loving this song to tears...
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you'll give her as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me
Oooh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in
She just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.
And she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself, cause she's always a woman to me
Hmmmmmm Mmmmmm Hmmmmm Mmmmmm
Oooh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
Hmmmmmm Mmmmmm Hmmmmm Mmmmmm
:: Fyfe Dangerfield ::
Today Ira Glass has set me straight...
You know how I've been fuckin depressed the past week about losing my job, and I can't put my finger to it - am I more relieved than depressed that finally I've yanked myself out of that shit hole...? Or is it entirely my fault that they think I'm too vocal with my opinions.
A week had passed and I've yet to be able to tell my folks that i'm out of job. I can't even seem to be able to pacify myself to pull myself together and charge on. Well not untill a few minutes ago that by some divine luck that I chanced upon a video by a person called Ira Glass.
I have seen his name once, but had no idea who he is, dead or living. I can't tell you why his name stuck to my head, but when I saw that name again while browsing YouTube today (and I RARELY browse ) I just felt the itch to click on it.
Watching 'Ira Glass on Storytelling, Part 3 of 4' almost had me well up in tears cos finally, like finally, someone said it out loud, exactly what has been tangled and left murky in my head. Its like someone finally set me straight. All this months I've felt like I'm grappling through work, slogging day to night, in a blindfold, not knowing if I'm doing this right or if it is ok to be feeling unsatisfied about the level of work I was producing. Now I realise that I was in a 'I Hate What I Make' phase. And today, Ira Glass has set me straight, once and for all, creatively, that is.
"You have to fight your way through that. You will be fierce, You'll be a warrior and you will make things that arent as good as you know in your heart you want them to be..."
More notes/ transcription from the video (parts 1 & 2) for my reference:
Building blocks of a good story:-
- Anecdote (sequence of actions)
Raising a question from the beginning
A bait
It is implied that any qn you raise, you're going to ans
manipulate this - raising a qn, n giving an ans
throwing out qns to keep people qn or listening and answering them along the way
- A moment of reflection
At some point somebody's got to say, here's why the hell you're listening to this story,
Here's the point of this story, here's the bigger something that we're driving at, here's why I am wasting your time with all this...
In a good story there will a flip back and forth of actions, there'll be the story and someone will say something about it... the trick of the whole thing is to have the preseverence that you've got an interesting anecdote that you can end up with an interesting moment of reflection that will support it and that the two together interwoven will make something thats larger than some of its parts.
[part 2 ] On finding great stories...
...(You should think of it the same way) If I were gonna be good, its that point, that time to be the ambitious, super-achieving person, who you're gonna be, and to 'kill' it. Its time to kill, and to enjoy the killing becos by killing you will make something else even better lived. And I think that not enough get said about the importance of abandoning crap. You have to prop it up aggressively at every stage of the way, if its gonna be any good. You have to be a killer about getting rid of the boring parts and go right to the parts that are getting to your heart, and you have to be ruthless if anything is gonna be good.
Things that are really good are good becos people are being really really tough, and you're gonna be really really tough in doing it. And you're gonna know also that failure is a big part of success. You are gonna run alot of stuff and its gonna go nowhere. You should be happy about that. If you're doing that, you're doing it right. If you're not failing all the time, you're not creating a situation where you can get super-lucky.
You have to go into it, knowing that you're gonna record and get rid of a lot of crap before you'll get to anything special. You don't want to be making mediocre stuff. That's not why anybody gets into this. The only reason why you'd wanna do this is cos you wanna make something thats so memorable, its special. And thats what you wanna do.
A sense of Community
Last Thursday night I attended a meeting of my local Community Association.
Around 9pm, I was walking home about ten yards behind two men and a woman who had attended the same meeting when, on the corner of my road, a young woman ran past crying and in considerable distress. She was pursued a few moments later by an obviously angry young man who grabbed her and was clearly about to assault her.
I was not about to allow this to happen in broad daylight so, from some yards away, I yelled at the man to stop what he was doing. He gave me a brief mouthful. I told him again to cool it and the situation calmed down.
So why am I telling you this? Am I trying to blow my own trumpet? No. Far from it.
I am not a young man and I was on my own. My neighbours who are known to me all turned a blind eye and walked away. Both these men are younger than me, one considerably so. But did they stop and help? No.
And what makes it worse is that these two so-called community minded individuals are both committee members of the aforementioned community association. I will not name them here, but they know who they are.
They should be ashamed of themselves.
Around 9pm, I was walking home about ten yards behind two men and a woman who had attended the same meeting when, on the corner of my road, a young woman ran past crying and in considerable distress. She was pursued a few moments later by an obviously angry young man who grabbed her and was clearly about to assault her.
I was not about to allow this to happen in broad daylight so, from some yards away, I yelled at the man to stop what he was doing. He gave me a brief mouthful. I told him again to cool it and the situation calmed down.
So why am I telling you this? Am I trying to blow my own trumpet? No. Far from it.
I am not a young man and I was on my own. My neighbours who are known to me all turned a blind eye and walked away. Both these men are younger than me, one considerably so. But did they stop and help? No.
And what makes it worse is that these two so-called community minded individuals are both committee members of the aforementioned community association. I will not name them here, but they know who they are.
They should be ashamed of themselves.
A imprensa e o apodrecimento moral
"E a sua indignação alargava-se, do foliculário que babara aquilo - até à sociedade que, na sua decomposição, produzira o foliculário. Decerto toda a cidade sofria da sua vérmina... Mas só Lisboa, só a horrível Lisboa, com o seu apodrecimento moral, o seu rebaixamento social, a perda de bom senso, o desvio profundo do bom gosto, a sua pulhice e o seu calão, podia produzir uma «Corneta do Diabo»
Eça de Queiroz, in Os Maias
Saturday's Three Day Weekend Begins...
I am inherently mistrustful of those who don't like the 80s...What a trainwreck of fashion, music, politics, designer drugs, greed and constant threat of global war.
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It costs HOW MUCH !?!
Yesterday I reported on the view from the Taverna and how things have shot up in price here recently. Today, in my final report from the Greek front, I want to reflect on pricing in general here in Paxos. It's certainly not how I remember things...
My last Greek holiday was in a little fishing village on Samos - so generally comparable to here. There were two little supermarkets, half a dozen tavernas and not a lot else. Prices didn't vary a lot. A few cents here and there was about it. But how things have changed....
On our first day we went to the local shop for the essentials in life - Ouzo, Metaxa and a sixpack of Mythos beer. The Ouzo cost me just under €10, Metaxa €17.34 and the beer about €6.50. Purely in the interests of consumer research you understand, I replenished my stocks a few days later in a different shop. The price difference was about €6 on the same items. This variation would have been unheard of in Greece a couple of years ago!
Ditto that other essential of life - wine! After all "a meal without wine is like a summer without sunshine." After my earlier comments on the weather, I guess you can see this one coming : you can't buy a bottle of wine for less about €9 and that's the local stuff! On Samos I could get one for about half that. But never mind. The house wine at Onions was quite decent and he told where to buy it. So, problem solved -1.5 Litres of drinkable red wine in a plastic bottle for €3.50. Job done!
But I digress: Costs in general here have rocketed. Petrol is at €1.75 per litre - so stop whingeing and £1.20 'cos you don't know how well off you are! A large sliced loaf is over €3, a frozen cheese pizza will set you back €6, a packet of plain biscuits €1.30 and mince is over €9 a kilo. Reflect on that next time you're pushing your trolley round Tesco's!
So everything that used to be cheap is now expensive. Partly because this is due to the VAT increase from 8% to 10% on food. But, of course, if you translate these euro prices back to sterling it looks even worse. No wonder tourists off to Turkey instead!
So what did my friendly Taverna owner think of the Greek bailout package? He doesn't think it will do much good. When I told him that Alistair Darling agreed to contribute 10 odd billion to the pot to support the Euro, he nearly pissed himself laughing.
"But why?" He said."Britain is not in the Euro! That's crazy!" I think that summed the situation up nicely.
Margaret Thatcher would have asked for her money back...
Peter Nguyen Strikes Again...and Belgian Beer!
Let's just go ahead and get the Belgium portion of this post out of the way, just as I promised, every post today with feature Beglium/Belgian products...Here are Lambic beers, specifically a "framboise" or raspberry beverage. This is almost better than sex. As much as I love German brewers, Belgium nudges them out as the best in the world.
Yesterday, I posted an epic essay by a Mr. Peter Nguyen (who I devoutly hope is either a published author or a lawyer). Here is the rest of his published/publishable corpus of essays. What he lacks in rote learning, he certainly makes up for in creativity and an eye for popular culture and modern history.
Young Peter tackles World History, specifically Christopher Columbus...
Our wordsmith intimates that Jesus was really Doctor Who...
Finally, our hero makes it to college, but does not abandon his humor...
Peter, if you're out there, drop me an email, and let me know if you're --as I suspect-- either an attorney or an axe murderer (although, in fairness, these are not mutually exclusive categories).
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Californiacation
Tonight I had my first American. A 40 year old boy from California that brought me to the Pan Pacific Suites at Somerset. Let's name him... Jesse, like Belle's very own American boy (Season 3, Ep.1). You see, it is THIS kind of clients that make me keep coming back for more. Easy breezy call girl... I was out in 20 minutes.
Jesse's pretty cute. Looks nothing like his age. Sometimes I doubt I can ever master the skill of guessing a man's age. He's not an expat, just stopping over in Singapore for a few days before heading off next to Australia... I really envy people who's work allows them to jet-set like that, spend nights in suites without ever having to clean up and have dinner parties at Sentosa Cove. Pffftttt.
xoxo
Your Country is Fucked: Belgium
National Motto: Don't Forget About Us!!!
Welkom in België (or, for the 40% who speak French, Bienvenue en Belgique), Welcome to Belgium; the land that Europe forgot, and that Americans couldn't point out on a map (although, in fairness, that doesn't say very much, since you'd be hard pressed to find an American who can name the states and their approximate location in his/her own country). To be honest, its location is a bit obscure, nestled on the West-Northwest North Sea coast between France, Germany and the Netherlands: It's really the taint of Western Europe.
If Europe were a frat boy, this would be the Belgian Money Shot...
Belgium is the living, breathing embodiment of American stereotypes of Europe. Seriously, we think of Europe as France, Britain and Germany (if we ever think of the continent at all), and the other nations are just "All Others". Belgium fits an ideal, Platonic exemplar of Euro-otherness: obscure topography; tiny (the size of Maryland); linguistically diverse (two official languages, with a smattering of German thrown in); abandoned monasteries; burned out castles; a Monarchy; lush farmland; densely populated city centers and, dear god, is it flat (highest altitude above sea level is 564 meters). Yes, Belgium has it all!
This is Belgium....
Belgium is, like many North Sea nations, a constitutional Monarchy, complete with an heredity head of state, and a national assembly. But, it wasn't always so stable and peaceful. At one point in time, Belgium was full of hostile Gallic tribes, notable the Belgae, and the region was called Belgica by the Romans. But, the Romans (thanks Caesar!) conquered all of the Flemish tribes, and the Dutch/Germanic Walloons slowly started moving in from the West and North, culminating in the 5th Century assimilation of the region by Frankish kings (Thanks Charlemagne!). Thereafter, the region was roughly thought of as part of Frankia (when it was thought of at all...most of the big guns were a bit North in Frisia).
See those red lines in the Gallic Empire? Those were borders, but then became the demarcations of Roman Roads. Guess how the Roads got there? Julius-Fucking-Caesar, that's how...
What came next for the Belgians was roughly a full thousand years of uninterrupted vassal-status. For a millenia (from the 843 Treaty of Verdun until the 1830 Independence), Belgium was divided, united, divided again, and absorbed by various European Overlords: The Franks, the Carolignians, the Holy Roman Empire, Frankia, the Hapsburgs, the French, the Dutch ad nauseum. But in 1830, Belgium bravely said "fuck this", and formed their own current form of government (mainly because no one felt it was worth the trip to crush the Belgians and remind them of their national serfdom).
Actually, that's not true, the Brits actually dissolved the UK-Netherlands, and Belgium skulked off to form a country. It was a different age in Europe then; the Industrial revolution was in full swing, and folks that had been at war for thousands of years decided that it might be better to trade goods than take prisoners. Besides, with about 40 miles of coastline, a flooded coastal plain, and grey, downcast weather, no one really wanted Belgium; occupying it meant that someone would have to live there...Better it be the poor Belgians.
Rarely cited by history textbooks, the First Franco-Nederland War of Apathy erupted when France demanded that the Dutch occupy Belgium. To the outside world, this was a generous offer of treaty; to the knowledgeable observer, it was the biggest "Fuck You" since Martin Luther committed Onanism on the Wittenburg cornerstone...
Despite the majestic ruins and idyllic European countryside, Belgium is very much a modern nation. But, that modernity comes at a cost...a substantial one that places it at the whim of Arab oil, and truly fucks Belgium. See, Belgium has absolutely no natural resources whatsoever to sustain its economic engine. This nation of 10 million is the 114th smallest country on the planet, and the 98th least populated. However, 10 million Belgians trying to keep up in the EC/EU economies imports a shitload of oil and gas. Belgium is the 14th largest importer of oil, and the 36th largest importer of natural gas...on the planet. The country's main exports, if you can even call them exports are the excellent beet/sugar root crops, the world-renowned beers (especially Lambics), the phenomenal chocolates, and Jean-Claude Van Damme.
Seriously, Belgium, you can have this one back....
Worse, 75% of the economy is service driven, and despite a quarter of the land being arable and sustainable, only 2% of the workforce is agricultural. Worse, the population is aging quickly, and public debt is a full 100% of GDP... Hmmm....older workforce, young unemployed heavily indebted, service jobs: where have we seen that before?
With austerity measures on the horizon, the economy being service-driven, an aging workforce, a palpable brain drain of talented young workers, and the pending demise of the pan-European economies, Belgium is facing a fiscal calamity. With its debt, it can't spend its way out of the recession. With a tiny army, and no international hostilities, it can't even take the American route: bomb brown people and let unemployed kids go overseas/get paid slave wages. In fact, the only positive thing going right now is the film In Bruges, which showcases the nation's sleepy beauty, and the fact that the EU has its headquarters in Brussels. All-in-all, not a positive prescription for long-term health.
Sorry Belgium, your country is fucked.
At least your women are a veritable buffet of hues and hotness...you'll always have that.
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Friday has a theme....Belgium
and all things Belgian. I'm not sure why, probably because I watched In Bruges last night. Which if you havent seen, btw, is a bit on the dark side...but funny as hell.
Probably the hardest part about a Belgium Friday was the YouTube. I was surprised (or maybe not) to find that I couldn't immediately name any band from the nation. "Aborted", though, I recognize...
TGIF, world.
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The View from the Taverna
You can always tell a good place to eat. Walk into any town past all the quiet restaurants and join the queue for a table outside the one that's heaving!
We've had a number of excellent Greek meals at a Taverna in Lakka called Nionio's - or Onions as the Brits call it. It's been in business since 1945 and you can tell why. The food is excellent, the front man positively exudes charm and the prices are reasonable.
Anyway, enough of the plug. I got chatting to the guy who runs it. His English is a hell of a sight better than my Greek. So I asked him where the people were? He replied "They don't come this year." simple, but sussinct and to the point. "Why?", I persisted. "They don't got no money." Good point.
Digging a little deeper, I asked what he thought had gone wrong? "Is your government", he replied. "They take all your money. And the exchange rate," he continued, "it's no so good for you. But now you have new government, so we hope this will be a good thing."
I explained that we thought everything was a good thing compared to the dreaded Broon. He replied "Your man did not seem very bright to me." So there you have it in a nutshell...We discussed the other Broon stuff - i.e. the Broon stuff Greece seemed to be in. He replied "Keep the pound. Worst thing we ever do is to join the Euro. Prices went up 300% overnight." I've never heard a figure that extreme before, but this is a small island off the beaten track, so who am I to argue?
(I discovered a few days later that the reason for this was that Greeks tended to think of a minimum price of 100 drachma and when the Euro was introduced the thought processes moved to a minimum price of €1. Hence the 300% increase!)
Onions is a great place to eat and the prices are keen, but you still won't eat dinner for two there for less than about €30. A few years ago you could eat well for about €20 - and the exchange rate was better.
On the bill I was handed there were two columns headed 8% and 18%. These reflect the VAT rates of food and others (specifically booze). The current rate is 10% and 21%. He explained to me that these receipts were recently printed and if he were to change them every time the VAT rate changed, it would cost a fortune in printing! The higher rate is to go up to 23% shortly...
It made me reflect on what could happen in the forthcoming emergency budget once the true extent of the mess Broon left the UK's finances in is finally revealed!
Making love to Ashraf Safdar
As he leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel his right hand slowly moving up from my thighs, sweeping against my skin, gracing my perky nipples. I closed my eyes... ouhhhh Ashraf babyyyy.....!!!
Oh god, I wish it was really Ashraf Safdar (cos he's just so damn hot, and smart). But this particular gentlemen ended up with an hour with me due to some inaccurate details that was provided. You see, he was the one who took up my bait for the Patrizio Buanne concert. In his email, he did mention of the 'oompa loompa' mix but 'with British roots'. BRITISH ROOTS MY ASS!
Anyway, we decided to meet up last Tuesday, prior to the concert. I thought it wasn't such a bad idea, that we could get acquainted and warm up to each other. Also because I insist that he collect the concert tickets on that day and I get to hold on to my ticket, just to be safe.
The ONLY reason why I agreed to going to the concert with him is cos he said he had British roots, that's why I didn't rule him out straight away. But when I saw him at Coffee Bean the other day, I could feel my blood level shoot up and smoke must have been coming out of my ears! You know my preference for 'anyone-but-oompa loompas'!!!
From the way he spoke to the way he looked, there wasn't a speck of English DNA-strand. I could probably have given him credit if he had some wit, sense of humour or charm. Nada. Zilch.
I know I could've just walked away, even though I know he had already seen me from afar. But I didn't have the heart. Can you believe the guy... 2 minutes from the moment I sat down, he said something like -" I know in the email I said we should have dinner first before we proceed to the hotel, but now that I've seen you I think I want to have you now."
What the fuck of a man is that? Its just the way he said it, that repulsed me to the max, it made me feel sick in the stomach. What? Am I like, steak, or something?
Honestly, I feel like throwing up everytime I think about him (not to mention the breath). It is the FIRST time in my kissing history that I did not swallow my saliva. And when he started to caress my body, I usually like to watch but this time, I HAD to close my eyes, pretending I was enjoying it, but instead trying hard to imagine it was Ashraf Safdar.
Once the hour was over, we went separate ways, and I jumped into the nearest cinema and watched Shrek4, in 3D, just to get the whole thing out of my head, not forgetting, bottles and bottles of Pokka green tea.
I've repelled several request for dates with him since that night, the next one being on the very next afternoon. I could really use the money, but seriously, cannot 'lah!
Next I'm supposed to see him is for the concert, and then 'the hour', and then, the end. Hopefully Patrizio will be a good distraction for the night. *cross my fingers, eyes and toes*
xoxo
p/s: About Ashraf, if anyone from the production team of Singapore Talking happen to be reading this, puh-leassssee do something about Ashraf's hair. Week after week his hair is all messed up and look like he just walked in the rain. He's publicity pics are really nice, one with his cute floppy hair (see above)...
p/ss: Hooked up with Marcus earlier today. Yup. He's not so dead after all.
For the tens of people who think homosexuality is a "choice"
I defy you to watch the Ten Minute Tranny's "Little Mermaid" revue and get back to me if you think these men are trying to defy god's will, rebelling against society or in any way being other than who they were and how they were born.
Thanks
-Rational society
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Jorge Drexler en Sevilla
Hace sólo dos días que asistimos Lolita y yo al concierto que Jorge Drexler ofreció en el incomparable marco del teatro Lope de Vega de Sevilla.
No hace demasiado que conozco al artista uruguayo y tampoco son muchas las canciones que sé, pero lo cierto es que tuvimos la ocasión de asistir a un recital inolvidable en el que el cantautor hizo todo lo que estuvo en su mano para convertir a la cita en uno de los mejores conciertos en los que he estado nunca.
Conjugando las canciones de su nuevo disco con otras anteriores, Drexler puso en pie a todo un teatro contando con las colaboraciones especiales del gran Kiko Veneno y del guitarrista Raúl Rodríguez. Mención especial merece su banda, cuya versatilidad era realmente impresionante, ya que entre unos cuantos manejaban y de qué manera cantidad de instrumentos a cada cual más extraño y sorprendente.
Os dejo unos videos de algunos de los momentos cumbres de la noche, perdonad el audio:
Y especialmente la despedida, cantando al alimón con Kiko Veneno el clásico Volando Voy con la improvisación de todos los componentes de la banda.
Sencillamente genial.
Un Saludo
Sin is good for you...
These fraulein could have told you that...
BTW: While Der Schatten approves of both breasts and German beers, Spaten is just nasty...Of course, I've never had it in Germany, where I imagine it is significantly better than the piss we get in the States.
For those worried about their mental health and capacity through our lives and into the sunset years, there is especially good news: Alzheimer's can probably be staved off with the help of some items at your local Kroger's. It is doubly good news if you look at a recent Spanish study into the cognitive effects of alcoho:
"Our results suggest a protective effect of alcohol consumption, mostly in non-smokers, and the need to consider interactions between tobacco and alcohol consumption, as well as interactions with gender, when assessing the effects of smoking and/or drinking on the risk of Alzheimer's disease," the study's lead author, Ana M. Garcia, from the University of Valencia's department of preventive medicine and public health, said in a news release.
Sod off, I'm protectin' me gob...
There is, however, a downside to this research. It seems that the protective powers are especially pronounced among non-smokers. This seems to be completely at odds with a bevy of reports indicating that nicotine benefits Alzheimer's patients, delays onset of the disease, and may actually provide protection against the dementia. So, while beer helps and a smoke helps, a beer and a smoke doesn't help...
Which is a pity really, since a smoke buddies up with a pint as natural as potatoes form a symbiosis with steak. But, like most things in life, it seems you're going to have to forgo one or the other.
Pictured: Not protecting oneself from Alzheimer's, but, greatly enhancing the chances of getting laid...Your call.
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Thursday has to study, study, study...
Of the most miserable, abject moments of this life, I count the Bar Exam among the top two or three. Alas, Hawai'i requires all persons to take their version of this nightmare. And, while it's not much different from any other state, you'd be absolutely amazed at how much useless esoterica you forget after a few years (esoterica, FWIW, that has nothing to do with the actual practice of law).
I think I'll just resume hard drinking...
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Where have all the people gone?
We have heard the news! The dreaded Broon is no more! I do a little dance and sink a beer in celebration!This news has come by word-of-mouth as there no newspapers on Paxos. The local 'hotel' has satellite telly and apparently the BBC World Service appeared for the first 4 days and hasn't been seen since. No one seems to know exactly where it has gone...
Anyway, it must be true because last week I only got €1.09 for my good old British quid and today it has gone up to €1.14 so either the pound rallied on the news of the dreaded Broon's departure or the Greek Euro has gone even further down the crapper. Or maybe both?
Equally mysterious is the disappearance of all the tourists! Now I will grant you that Paxos is a little off the main tourist track, but the place is deserted. I've spoken to a few people who come here every year about this time, and they confirm it; the place really is deserted. Several businesses that are normally open now either haven't bothered yet or have gone bust. You only need to look in the bars and tavernas at night and see the worried look on the owners' faces to know that all is far from well.
Not sure there is any one reason for this. Admittedly the Eurozone has become expensive for UK visitors. Last time I was here, I was getting not far short of €1.50. Also, people have less money since the credit crunch so I guess they are either not travelling at all or are going to non-euro countries. Whatever the reason, they certainly are not coming here!
The upside of this was highlighted by a man I met in a bar last night - please note that there are no sacrifices I am not prepared to undertake in my pursuit of a story! He was due to go to the USA in April but had his holiday cancelled by the dreaded ash cloud. Having taken a full refund, he booked himself into a "basic but clean" small local hotel within easy walking distance of the waterfront, courtesy of Olympic holidays.
Amazingly, two weeks has cost him and his wife the princely sum of £425 - yes, two weeks two people. He rang Monarch Airlines to enquire the price of two return flights. They quoted £410. So given that for his £425 he has the same flight, transfers from Corfu and B&B in the hotel, that looks like a pretty good deal to me. Other people booked a while back and are doing the same. They are paying considerably more and they don't look very happy about it.
So the message seems to be a lack of tourists is hitting the Greeks hard and there are desperate last-minute deals on offer. Good for us. Not so good if you are a Greek businessman.
Tomorrow,the view from the Taverna....
The most awesome, Kegel-tastic Cougar ever...
You'll shit when you see it...
Meet 42 year-old Russian housewife and mother, Tatiana Kozhevnikova. Like many women in their 30s and 40s, especially ones that have given birth, Tatiana was bit worried about the --ummm-- tightness and elasticity of her intimate parts. Tatiana, however, said to hell with Kegels, and picked up some super-Kegel/Yoga/Taoist exercise regimen. As a result, she now has the strongest vagina in the world.
Yes, those are freakin barbells hanging out of her naughty bits...
How strong is this vagina you ask? Well, after years of training, Tatiana's vaginal walls can lift/suspend a mind-blowing 31 pounds...And, even more oddly, Guinness crowned her with a World Record for this feat. Naturally, she has taken this odd foray into 'snapper' extraordinary physical skill and is capitalizing on it...
God bless capitalism, eh Komrade?
Kozheznikova has crafted a workout regiment to tone the core, buttocks, thighs, pelvic floor, and genital walls to improve tightness and give women all over the planet virgin-tight, She-Hulk vaginas. Called, unsurprisingly Intimate Fitness, this is a workout plan that every man in the world can wholly and fully endorse. Hats off Tatiana. Hats off...
Mr. Kozhevnikova: Luckiest man in the world. Here's his wife (tastefully and SFW) setting the world record for super vagina...
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Our long national nightmare is over...
Well, school is releasing children to the wild, but that's not quite what I meant.
Yesterday, as part of a 136-vehicle order for Avis Car Rentals, the last Hummer ever to be manufactured rolled off the assembly line. These environmental catastrophes (the H2 especially) were subject to much deserved criticism, numerous recalls, rollovers, and accidents (gee, I wonder why, when you put a soccer mom in a tank, she might feel invincible). Full story here, at Car Connection.
C'mon Tad, let's go hop in the suburban tank and get 6 miles per gallon...
The original military Hummer (diesel, natch) had its place and its purpose. However, the commercial model, and it's progeny, the H2 and H3 were just eco-fucking, gas-guzzling monstrosities on a standard Tahoe frame. Americans always have had more money than good sense, and the Hummers' success ix Exhibit 1A in support of that proposition...
Either that, or you have a small penis...
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