September 29, 2008 – 8:09 am
I was worried that Tango (grrr) would miss the dulcet tones of the Vancouver Fire Department blaring it’s way down West Broadway at ridiculous o’clock or the benign rantings of the local window-licker arguing Russian politics with a bus stop. A lifetime in the city is a powerful draw – midnight delicatessan runs, Malasian takeouts, [...]
September 25, 2008 – 8:14 am
…it was a strange dream. It ended with my Dad saying something terribly witty…
I didn’t surf today.
September 21, 2008 – 11:30 am
…sometimes it´s like shouting into an empty hole – not sure why I do it but for some reason it feels good.
A similar activity would be talking to Daddy P – you can even hear an echo occasionally.
I didn´t surf today.
September 15, 2008 – 7:03 pm
…I had hair.
That long flowing (all relative) mane was a vital ingredient when I was a miniature headbanger at school discos. I had a denim jacket with the front cover of `Bat Out of Hell´ studiously painted onto the back and all other spare space carefully adorned with small patches announcing my other (crap) musical [...]
September 11, 2008 – 3:21 pm
…somebody asked me recently ‘why do you blog?’.
I couldn’t come up with a reasonable answer.
So that’s that then…
I didn’t surf today either.
