Friday I was down, so I had some red wine.
People, who say that drinking doesn’t help, are dumb. Much like the people that
say that money can't buy you happiness.
Alca-ma-hol is brilliant for slowing the brain, damping ambition, and helping
one forget for a while.
All of these properties are useful.
Ran out of red and was rooting around in the cupboard for Scotch. All I could
find was some J W black crap. I've run out of the proper Scottish stuff.
Was surprised to find a half bottle of Calvados. Spent ten minutes trying to
remember where it had come from.
Finally decided 'fuck it' and drank a fists worth o fingers while I watched
Lost in Translation DVD, while scoffing English chocolate (dark stuff with zest
and spices I think.)
Great movie, but I don't understand why everyone thinks they had sex. It's
obvious that they didn't.
It's a movie about aloneness. It’s also about how strange Japan
is for Westerners.
Nursed a hangover on Saturday.
Sunday there was a coffee fest in Sydney.
Went down to take some photos with a photo group I’ve joined.
Would have had some coffee but the lines were stupidly long.
I don't queue.
Lost everyone else in the group.
Listened to some music.
There was a belly dancer. Belly dancers are much hotter then pole dancers.
Photos attached.
More Jazz from a while back...
I thought the whole point of Lost in Translation (and most of it's appeal) was that they didn't have sex... it would have been far too blatant and, dare I say it, American if they had.
ReplyDeleteI also totally agree with you on the alcohol point, much as I hate to admit it. I took myself down to the coast for 6 days' off to nurse a broken heart back to a bit more health and drank an entire bottle of Croser's lovely sparkling all on my own. Eeek, but so therapeutic!
True, true ;-)
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