I woke for no apparent reason, and sat upright as I tried to figure out who I was, where I was, who had shat in my mouth. I was in a bed, my bed. I was me. It was Sunday, a day before I had to vacate my flat in a pristene condition for the […]
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Flying from Gatwick after a particularly toxic weekend in London, I happened upon a detox diet article in the inflight magazine. Between snoozes with my head pressed against the window, drooling all over my chin, I absorbed a bit of information about the seven day regime. It was designed to overcome many of the problems
Current scores on day two of the 35 degree fishing endurance trial currently taking place in Punto Umbria, Southern Spain: Ramon: 1 (poco) Ron: 0 Little shellfish we find on the beach to use as bait: -93 Sunstroke: 4 (for example, I just forgot the name of the town we are in) Flying fish laughing
