September 29th, 2009
Niall Clerkin is up to no good.
Having passed 30, failed to buy a red coupe, win the lotto or set myself up as a brothel promoter I feel the need to graze abroad. Eventual destination OZ. (And no, not the prison)
Mostly I’ll probably miss Tom Dunne in the morning and George Hook in the evening, recessionistas, pints of guinness and the little people that my siblings brought into the world without asking. If I’m lucky I’ll still be able to watch 6 nations rugby. If I’m not I’ll be watching Chinese ice skaters & whaling.
Mosquitos love me with a passion that is unforgivable so I’ll never be this pretty again, and if the malaria tablets get their way, never this sane. You knew me before I was broken people, remember me fondly.
Miss Elaine is navigating. If we get lost in the jungle you can all blame her. Being disgracefully pretty and curiously intelligent she is a bit of a conundrum. (I having watched Countdown for many years have no fear of conundrums).
This being my blog, yes that’s me in the title, the navigator isn’t getting a say, however in the interests of a unified touring party I will from time to time refer gratefully to her presence.
Enough said already.