Haven’t had a chance to speak to you, my fans, my only fans seek elsewhere where my friend will be walking in custard for your delectations and nuanced kinks and I’ll provide a link if I knew how to and if I thought it was relevant, grow up people, next thing you’ll be going open about public displays of affection, Just don’t. People are to wrapped up in their own lives to give a shit and thats the truth, no one cares. Its a selfish wind a coming for sure.

Anyway I’m in Sri Lanka, spent 3 days with the squits, ( I can’t spell the runny poo word) not from dodgy food per se, I don’t think, but maybe due to the extremes of food I have eaten leading to the absolutely unstilted dietary regime and the potential nutritional catfish activities going on forcing me to eat 3 full meals a day when I haven’t done so in decades… I’m sat outside my room and a family of Sri Lankans, kids, adults, uncles and Aunties are saying the words 6-7, chuckling a little and presumably on holiday, I’m not watching to see if they’re doing the hand movements, I’m only glancing across and smiling slightly; its an awkward situation and one I’m not fully able to do anything about anyway as the mosquitos flutter around my bare skin.

We climbed Sigria today, en route from Tirinco, and I saw a motorbike crash, the rider did a complete untucked somersault and landed on his feet, skidding into the ground, he was probably hurt, and was soon surrounded by bystanders who helped him and dragged him off to safety forgetting the basic first aid training which they probably never received, mirrors, signal, manoeuvre.Life takes a turn in a second, and I know that.

More tomorrow doom mongers.

apart from that I’m having fine old time and things are on the whole “alright”!

Much Love