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With apologies to Aqua.
She would collect name tags and uniforms like a poacher collects tusks. She was many things. She was a ballerina and a lawyer and a flight attendant and a pilot. When we first met, she was a model by trade. It was an occupation viewed by many as unskilled, but I found beauty in its simplicity. Her profession did not define her.
“Hiya, Barbie,” I said.
“Hi, Ken,” she replied.
There is a hollow empty fear a man can have when he sees an old friend. A fear of not knowing the conversation’s direction. A fear of being rudderless. I was singular in my focus for the night. One last glam adventure before I re-enlisted.
“You wanna go for a ride?”
The blonde was once the life of the party. She was out of practice. She lived in a Malibu Dream House but was a prisoner of her own device.
“Sure, Ken.”
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If you cannot decide whether to go to South America or British East Africa because you are getting bored with Paris, drink a full glass of whiskey.
Drink one shot of absinthe if you are waiting to be seated at a restaurant.
Drink two bottles of wine with dinner if you are entertaining a French prostitute.
If you run into someone you know, but they’re only worth about five minutes of your time, have a fine a l’eau with them.
The second you run into someone you know that you see every day, drink brandy and soda continually until one of you has to leave.
If a Greek count gives you one dozen bottles of champagne, send him out to buy more. Drink two before going to the club.
If you are waiting at the bar for your lover and they are five minutes late, have a Jack Rose.
Speed Round: Drink of Choice
A decade of austerity, followed by a pandemic and a cost of living crisis, has brought millions of British families to the brink of destitution. According to the Resolution Foundation, 20 percent of people in the UK are not confident about their finances over the next several months, with the figure rising to 32 percent […]
It already seems an age since visiting Cornwall. Next week I will be putting Re and H on a plane going back to Broken Hill. I will be following them a week later.
Since leaving Cornwall Re and I have been documenting our travels on Facebook and Instagram. I have …
The hills west of the Anduin were tall and white. On its east side there were low shrubs and thin grass and no trees and rocks and stones and dirt near the road which led north and south alongside Mordor. Here they set camp with a small fire and pot simmering skinned conies for a poor stew. The Hobbit and the creature with him sat on a flat stone in the small shade of a drooping, dry shrub. The heat caused the Hobbit to grip at his sweated shirt and the golden burden that lay just under the thinned nap. The other Hobbit, larger in size for Little Folk, would return in an hour, then they would press on to the south to Doom.
“It’s hot,” said the Hobbit.
“Will the fats one comesss back soon, Master?” the creature asked.
“Yes, he scouts ahead. South.”
“We’s close.”
The creature’s gaze followed the Hobbit’s hand and watched him fondle the front of his shirt. The Hobbit caught the creature’s eye and its stare darted back to the view to the west, as though not a thing was out of place.
“The hillsss look like white oliphaunts, precious. Gollum! Gollum!” the creature choked.
“I have never seen one,” the Hobbit said.
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- by Steve Minton