A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
Recently clicked on MP3s - 7th June 2005 The Lucksmiths - Warmer Corners
Jens Lekman - When i said i wanted to be your dog
The Trashcan Sinatras - Weightlifting
Teenage Fanclub - Man Made
Laura Veirs - Carbon Glacier
The Decemberists - Picaresque
The Eels - Blinking Lights
Monday, November 24, 2003
OK, i admit it, i'm no longer in Boston.
Instead of drinking at Cheers, i now have to make do with "Lucid" on Braunstone gate. And instead of discussing post modern expressionism with Harvard students while sipping triple-choc-haf-caff-mocha-spresso-frappa-chinos, i now have to watch De Montfort Uni scum racing wheelie bins up down the road, while drinking Nescafe. Ho Hum.
The good news is that I have LOTS of new holiday pictures to share with you all - hurrah! Sadly though, work is keeping me as busy as a blue-arsed-fly that has deadline to meet this Friday, which if it misses, it will have a red hot poker put up it's blue arse. Which i'd imagine would turn it's arse a rather painful shade of dark purple?
Anyway, rather than dwelling on anal torture of busy insects, i'd like to share with you this rather lovely picture of an extremely lovely Chipmunk i managed to take whilst rambling up Mount Monadnock, in New Hampshire, with Mark the other week. There were Chipmunks all over the place during the walk, but when they came to having their pictures taken, were as slippery as a bunch of randy Eels that have had Extra Virgin Olive oil drizzled over them. So when this one posed for me like it did, and i managed to creep up to it, without my size 12 Scarpas scaring it off, i was rather surprised and pleased with the results - if only i nicked my Dad's decent digi cam for the trip....
