Yo ho ho and a bottle of
rum, ah wine!
This wine, in fact ——–>
I put yesterday’s theory to the test and had a bottle of wine with lunch, then after lunch and for afternoon tea. By that time the bottle was empty.
I was still quite lucid and hadn’t forgotten anything, least of all the fact that I live next door; so I conclude that red wine, at least, is good for the memory.
The test for white wine will take place another day without classes.
After lunch, I took the bottle and my wine glass to the botequim, Raimundo looked at me askance as I announced I was bringing a touch of class to his humble bar.
He’s quite used to the eccentricities of his foreign neighbour, so didn’t bat an eyelid as I hauled a plastic chair off the pile and sat at the table on the veranda to pour another glass.
I sat there for the afternoon quaffing my Merlot in the afternoon sun.
I had a successful day yesterday; I successfully shattered a glass ashtray on the bedroom floor. It wasn’t one of those planned thingies. As I emptied it in the trash can, I clipped the edge of the table and it went sailing magnificently through the air to shatter quite spectacularly on the slate floor.
My immediate thought was, “Bugger, well that’s one less to wash!”
Lethargy – one of my commenters appraised lethargy as being a sophisticated way of saying ‘fat, lazy slug’. The subject was 40ºC+ temps of a Spanish summer. While we all strive to be sophisticated, sometimes ‘fat, lazy slug’ just fits the bill perfectly.
Have you had your oprectomy yet?
Anyone in there?
Another comment on another blog wrote about another ‘ectomy’ operation that he had undergone, which reminded me of a historic cartoon in the days before hard drives.
Basically, it described this delicate oprectomy as an operation that severs the cord that connects your eyeballs to your rectum to remove your shitty outlook on life.
This small operation improves one’s life immensely.
There, that’s enough medicine for the day.
Not only Japan!
Proof that the human race learns nothing.
The Japanese are looking at restarting two reactors…
Shit, haven’t they done enough damage to the planet with Fukushima?
IMHO, any country that has earthquake risks and tidal waves should be banned from even thinking about nuclear energy.
Australia have abandoned the carbon tax. Tony Abbot is a wanker taking the country back to the stone age. Now he wants to pay the carbon producing industries to control their carbon output; how twisted is that? Paying the criminal not to steal…
A fridge should have more than just beer
Sunny still day out there, I haven’t given lunch a thought… there’s no lunch in the fridge to think about.
I could, of course, rectify that, but it means putting on more than my underpants. Now is that lethargy, or just being a fat, lazy slug?
I conclude from the ‘Likes’ on my last two posts, that my readers are more interested in the bowels of my camera and my voices than vaginas and arseholes…
Let’s see what they make of a post in which I said ‘rectum’.
Now, just because I have mentioned arseholes and rectums in two subsequent posts, don’t go jumping to the conclusion that I have a rectal fixation. The only connection I have with my rectum is between me and the toilet paper and the toilet paper isn’t talking.
Just enough time to have a nap, before I don’t have lunch.