The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
Beautiful, Minge, all the way up north, almost mythical (to me, of course, a guy from the south), of a rare beauty. However, I've never thought of Scottland as an exotic country. I can't tell you why not. Btw, how's the country called in Gaelic? Caledonia? Enlighten me, please?...
Gaelic speakers call it Alba. Although, to them, this now means Scotland, many moons ago, Gaelic speakers used this to describe the whole island of Great Britain.
Very Twin Peaks.
It's a bit like toytown, sadly. 2.4 children and all that.
See the small window, top right? That's where I am, right now. See the larger window, top left? That's where I'll be in five minutes, in bed and (hopefully) asleep.
Sorry for «being so late», but I just had to tell you that picture of you both in Italy is fantastic! One feels somehow better just of looking at it! It must be for the smiles!There's another interesting thing: I've always lived minutes away walking from the sea, whether here or at my other place... This is a so-called «Wahlverwandschaft», which not so dramatically germanic means «elective affinity»... I guess. :-)
YOu have a lovely trimmed bush.
Why, thank you! I'm very proud of my massive bush!Oh, and even I like the Italian picture. I was thin, then.
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