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[Aug. 27th, 2007|03:38 pm] |
Cornwall is the hangover after the crazy night.
Before I returned, I managed to leave my camera in a restaurant. The moment of realisation was intense, the kind of emotion you can isolate and savour. Spent the flight home worried that the plane would ditch at sea, I’d live, but be unable to take pictures of the crash.
It’s now been rescued. Relief!
Three kilograms over the baggage weight limit cost me £100.
Don’t get mixed up in this travel shit kids, it’s no good. Next time I’m buying a one way ticket.
Some more
Old river with a highway slapped down over the top.
Sold fish and chips on a plate, with a garnish of bilingual newspaper.
Mint Frapper. One DJ and one sax, amazing live.
We were in a café. The guy on the left wearing the hat walked over, introduced himself, and started showing pictures of him and important people. Jackie Chan included. The pictures had been printed out on A4 sheets of paper and laminated; he clearly did this kind of thing often. Was sober, and claimed to be a big producer.
Dogs are often carried in bags, zipped up, meaning that any bag could potentially contain a living dog.
Clubbing wheelchair-bound pensioner.
At times my room got a little messy.
The conbini meal, bubble tea on the right was too sickly sweet and girly to enjoy.
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Such a great post! Thank you.
What flavor bubble tea was it? I've had melon flavor BT's that were too sickly to really drink, but that looks nothing of the sort.
Can’t really remember, it was just too milky and nasty. Hell, it might even have been bubble coffee.
I dunno, I've read a lot of irish folklore and I've never heard of giant demonic green sheep.
My point stands. This book is concerned with finding a green sheep, and the reason they havn't found it already is probably because it doesn't exist. The other sheep most likley realise this at the end of the tale and discover that it didn't matter anyway; their mixed race friendship was the important thing all along.
I like that picture of the girl looking in at the window display. It's quite emotional. You should have bought whatever it was she was looking at for her and then photographed her reaction. It would have provided the heart warming conclusion your audience is desperately seeking.
It was food, or replica plastic food, from a restaurant. To buy it would have probably meant asking her on a date.
She might not have spoken English. She might also not have been sober.
Edited at 2007-11-26 05:52 pm (UTC) | |
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