Here's a completely gratuitous picture of an iguana some guy had in a bar last week. Nothing whatever to do with anything. I just thought you might like to see it. I'm afraid he didn't have any mythical kings to photograph, but you can't have everything I suppose.
Early start today. Too fucking early for my liking. I do not like getting up early and never have done so.
Two buses: one to Umag and another to Trieste, which, sadly, I didn't get a chance to visit last week on Bloomsday. Pity. I'll do it next year, perhaps.
Here's a picture of Trieste.
A bus to the airport. A plane from Trieste to London, followed by another plane to Shannon.
Various motor cars.
A bus to town for a quiet pint.
Today, I have travelled in two planes, three cars and four buses.
Tomorrow, with any luck, I might be able to get back into the swing of things and there's much to talk about.
It seems no fresh disaster befell the economy while I was away, but nothing improved either. It's a pleasant surprise to discover that the weather is good, which means that one thing, at least, is all right. Meanwhile, Iran is in uproar. Ireland "A" beat the living shit out of the Saxons, which means Irish teams have won every major competition in the Northern hemisphere this year. In a major blow for equality, Britain has appointed a midget as Speaker of the House of Commons. Cathal Ó Searcaigh's cossetted supporters in Aosdána have closed ranks against the people who revealed what he was up to.
Many things to talk about, but not tonight.
holy shit – how big was that iguana???!!!!
Now I am singing 'Mythical Kings and Iguanas' in my head and can't stop!
Sounds you had a great time.
Welcome back. Blogosphere requires your offensive posts. Enough of that holiday shyte.
Welcome home stranger.
That iguana looks remarkably like Bernard from Daffys, only more handsome.
Enjoyed your holiday reports.