Quick quick quick quick quick. Before the Swans. Quick.
I went to Goa. I had a lovely time. One shouldn't have a lovely time in Goa. One should fall in love on ecstacy with a girl with pink eyes. One should live in neon and ultraviolet continuously with their arms in the air. One should fuck on the beach.
But I had a lovely time. I was not there at the right time for the above. Nor with the right people.
Nevertheless I had a lovely time. We drank a lot on the beach. The Arabian Sea washed against our feet. Goan trance hopped happily along continuously. The neon and multi colours gazed on, waiting for December. I wish I'd come in the 60s.
I had missed the sea. A lot. That noise, the washing, is something else, isn't it? And the Arabian Sea is a lot warmer than the good ol' Channel. The sunsets were beautiful and I saw some of the most amazing women I'd ever seen in all my life.
We got back into Diwali. I'm going to a little celebration tonight. It will be fun. Unlike this post. Sorry.
It's my birthday on Thursday. I've done that thing when you don't tell anyone and then it gets all awkard having to tell people so close. It's not really awkard. It's all in my head. It's always all in my head. It shouldn't be awkard. It will be awkward.
"I still, don't, understand. Bob Wilson, anchorman."
I went to Goa. I had a lovely time. One shouldn't have a lovely time in Goa. One should fall in love on ecstacy with a girl with pink eyes. One should live in neon and ultraviolet continuously with their arms in the air. One should fuck on the beach.
But I had a lovely time. I was not there at the right time for the above. Nor with the right people.
Nevertheless I had a lovely time. We drank a lot on the beach. The Arabian Sea washed against our feet. Goan trance hopped happily along continuously. The neon and multi colours gazed on, waiting for December. I wish I'd come in the 60s.
I had missed the sea. A lot. That noise, the washing, is something else, isn't it? And the Arabian Sea is a lot warmer than the good ol' Channel. The sunsets were beautiful and I saw some of the most amazing women I'd ever seen in all my life.
We got back into Diwali. I'm going to a little celebration tonight. It will be fun. Unlike this post. Sorry.
It's my birthday on Thursday. I've done that thing when you don't tell anyone and then it gets all awkard having to tell people so close. It's not really awkard. It's all in my head. It's always all in my head. It shouldn't be awkard. It will be awkward.
"I still, don't, understand. Bob Wilson, anchorman."
PS. It's official. I'm scared of white people in India. By that I mean white people I don't already know. I'm scared they'll talk at me. I'm scared they'll judge me for being a square on business as I'm judging them for being a square on business. I grow my beard and look away, anywhere, anything, and cross the road. I'm naked without it.
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