Nuke me if its been too long since i last projected my weirdness online, my other work is a novel.
in other words, hello you!
still in gokarna, though boy have we been around, a bit, and heck, its a holy festival here that only happens once a year, but i want to talk about West Ham.
What has happened to the Irons? Five wins on the trot, good as gold, then Man u slip one past us, middlesborough hold in the FA cup and Bolton, a team i personally abhor (no offence) beat us in the only stadium in Britain named after a shoe.
Anyway, in india, Jane is with us now and having a rollicking good time, as is Jodie and I.
Shocking grammar. Electro. The novel is safe. Did I mention I'm writing a novel?
We've been to Panjim, an ex-portuguese ex-colony in Goa.
Wonderful place. Very good fish available.
Here's a list of animals we've spotted thus far:
Rats dolphins monkeys bats cows, Indians (of course that's a joke) dogs cats an elephant mosquitoes (I hate those bastards) crabs, fish...sorry i got bored of the list.
Nuke me.
But don't, seriously, I wouldn't survive. Nor could you.
I fell off a bicycle on the motorway in Panaji, straight into oncoming traffic. Pedalled off with a scratched knee and grazed hands and a lump in my thigh. Oh and a tiny piece of road in my face. Delightful.
The tans are coming along nicely, i've got through a pair of sandlas and replaced them with an unbroken in pauir of flipflops (an agonising mistake)
We've been swimming reading catch with a tennis ball,
JAne's leading the way in poker though jodie had a great run the other night. I've been winning the categories game and the name game fell flat. Everything else is great.
