One of my new favourite passe-temps is drinking a glass of wine, listening to an old school French radio (Nostalgie) that I discovered during a road trip around Europe in 2006 (falling in love with chanteuses like Edith Piaff and Charles Aznavour all over again), and writing.
A nerdy/odd way for a 23-year old to spend Friday evenings. But, hey, if it lets me get my work done, then I'm not complaining.
Tonight's wine was given to us by a friend. Some red that's a bit sour and is already giving me a headache. And I've had less than 1/4 of the glass. Oh cheap wine that sucks - why do people buy you?
Selfistan - a land, well webpage, where all you see and read is stuff that I want you to see and read. Inspired by my constant ramblings and thought processes and by Salman Rushdie's quote on Selfistan in "Shalimar the Clown", Ramblings From Selfistan looks at the deeper and the not-so-deep aspects of life as I see it. Welcome to my world...
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I was at a party in Staines a few months back. Waste of time and someone next to me said "Eugh this wine is off" and then accidentally tipped his glass all over me! I stank of gone-off-wine all the way back:
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
By the way thanks for dropping by my blog and the comment about my book. It's basically all my early stuff out of the way - I can now move on to other higher things (read fish to fry). I can email you a pdf version if you wish.
Seriously? How horrible.
I would love to read the book. My email address isn't on the blog, and I can't seem to find one on yours...
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