May 15th, 2007

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I'm a wee bit worn out. Return from Africa.

Back after spending four days speaking French for two people. I'm a bit worn out.

That said, happy anniversary to me and my wortthy opponent! 14 years today. Go me, go shadowdaddy. The great adventure continues! Unfortunately there's no song to sing, so he might be getting something like last night, when I sang, "How Big Is My Butt" to the BeeGee's "How Deep Is Your Love" after looking at some pictures of myself walking in the medina. I think we'll celebrate with some Japanese food at Ichiban in Brixton, and we'll have all the sake we want.

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We actually didn't bring back much from Tunisia if you exclude the two giant bottles of booze we got on the plane (Absolute peach and Gordon's gin). Otherwise, we now have: pistachio brickle, date chews, rolled pistachio balls with a rosewater filling, black sparkly house slippers, three cans of "mechouia" (grilled green peppers), a giant bag of couscous, and some date liqueur. Yummmmmy. I can't wait to get cooking! It's the only way I'm likely to be warm again until July rolls around at this rate.

Lies I told yesterday: we live in a houseboat and we've been trying to have kids for 14 years.

Full write up coming soon (if people care - I'm pretty busy the next four days!).
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Pink poodle

Dogs in Hammamet. Or: Four days without the internet and I have BUILT IT UP!

I had to explain to a guy in a carpet shop yesterday what was wrong about the dog pelt they had for sale in their shop.

"In America, if you had something like this, your friends would never come to visit you anymore, and they would think you were a barbarian."

Of course, all of this conversation was in French so who knows what he heard me saying. I'm not really sure why it was supposed to make a difference that it was a Chinese dog. I mean, crap, they export their dead people to be put on display - should anyone really be so offended about a mere dog? And the Germans buy stuffed ducklings and baby tigers ... but really, who the f**k would want this thing?

I also told him it was like having the corpse of your grandmother in your house - just wrong and icky. I mean, I know Muslims don't like dogs/think they're unclean (and I saw only 5 dogs the whole weekend, PILES of people and almost no dogs, stray cats everywhere, they must have been in HEAVEN), but I really felt like I just wasn't making a bit of sense to him.

Thoughts?
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