The doorbell rang at nine, pulling me out of a dream about her. The dream was familiar. I knew how it ended, badly, like all my dreams. As sleep faded, anger rose incoherently in me, anger at being drawn away from her, even the imperfect memory of her.
The caller leaned on the doorbell again, playing [...]
Oui, je t’aime
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
Nope, not coming back.
—- ?Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone
Man’s barber shop
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
A short back and sides with barbequed ribs.
—- ?Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone
Moon over Menhir, Carnac
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
Carnac casts it’s ancient spell.
White Minkbeer
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
I drinky the Minkbeer, I become the minkyman.
French Whiskey is made from grapes!
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
—- ?Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone
Blogging behind enemy lines
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
Spotty network coverage and when the farmer next door turns off his computer the internet dies. Strange and cryptic messages may appear.
—- ?Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone
Talisker.JPG
Originally uploaded by Gurrier.
The French drink some horrible concoction fashioned from mouldy grapes. However, I found a Scotsman living under a tractor and stole this; a ten year old bottle of Talisker.
It tastes like boiled Scotland.
Lives and works in the rare 'auld times.
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