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An acquired taste, Guinness is, but most definitely one well worth acquiring.
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| I forgot to tell, you, sweet readers of mine, how much I would appreciate any comments, tales of broken links, slaggings off, and any other word from anyone who feels the need to voice an opinion. Send me a mail.... |
July 20th 1998
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What an insane week..... |
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And so much fun at that.... The World Cup is gone now, leaving, or so I thought, lot's of empty hours. The empty hours left behind after watching more than 50 games in 1 month. Yes we're talking at least 100 hours, but where have they gone.... I thouight maybe I'd be having withdrawals, compensating with the impure rush of the Tour de France, but that is not the case.
No withdrawals, just mad, mad, busy mad..... Since god knows when, it's been kicking around, pissing it up, madness. Working 50 hours last week, drinking, partying, playing cards. Friday night, complete pisser, saturday night, working night, til 2 in the facking morning, sunday, Open-air concert, with amazing Aqua, Eric Gadd, danish 80ies pop-band sneakers, and danish cattle- and hard-rockers D:A:D....
In short. I'm having a rare moment of pure love of life, for all it's extreme strangeness, it's inspiration, it's busy moments, when there are so many people to spend time with, that everyday ends up unexpectedly becoming a worthy part of life. Just got back from the movies. Sliding Doors it was. A quietly british romance. A sweet movie, that peacefully, yet effectively, took a hold of my left shoulder, and shook me awake. Reminding me of the beauty of being in love. It seems I had forgotten. Mind you, blissfully forgotten, but nevertheless, put aside the thought with almost amnesial efficiency.
I think I'll lie me down, with that thought fresh in my mind. That bode's well for a good nights sleep. Goodnight everyone....
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