Every Picture Tells a Story....
Well, I don't know what's happened here, but I can assure you that the other night I posted some pics and text here but, it's gone. I even had a comment on it as proof of its existance. However it's gone now and I can't remember what it was I was pontificating about or what pics I posted. I'll try again.
Here we go. Venice last September. The glorious Salute from across the Grand Canal through a bobbing forest of gondoliers.
You know I really do want England to win the World Cup but a part of me baulks at the thought of Beckham being the first man to lift it for England since the great Bobby Moore. Similarly Svenn.
My reading and iPod table on the balcony at the Nikiforos apartments, Cassiopi, Corfu last June. Some good reads there. Some not so good. Loads of music on that iPod. Ry Cooder's "Chavez Ravine" being the soundtrack of the fortnight. Jeez - a year ago. who knows where the time goes.
And if I hear another word about Rooney's foot I'll take off and become a recluse occasionally releasing critically acclaimed albums of delicate thunder.......
....with evocative titles and strange messages for those "in the know".
The coolest nightspots in the Western World would pound to the sound.
But I'd never forget where I came from and I would always remember my roots and routes.
Right, I'm off to Amsterdam and Gelsenkirchen hopefully to take in USA v Czech Rep and wallow in the general World Cup ambience. See ya in a week.
1 comment:
You lucky bugger. Had I more than a shilling to rub against a pair of trousers, I would have gone too.
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