Another airport..Dubai international- a huge mother..
I hate fashion. It gets me that people wear very similar clothes these days- all wanting to be accepted- all designered up. I’d rather dress in rags, or perhaps if I could have the clothes I wore as a child, but made bigger..not a label in sight- just good old woolen numbers.
Been in Dubai all week. It’s a funny old place. I may be wrong, but there always seems to be more females than males; like 2 to 1..and the majority look really fit. On the flip side, the men are generally dark and hairy and smoke continuously in a jabbering kinda way..sticking their cigarettes at the side of their mouths and jabber jabber to one another. Cars everywhere, heat, headaches, no pubs. Foreign workers, dust, air conditioning, sterile life..
Tomorrow i’ll be back in Jersey and ensconsed in the Lamp to watch England’s 1/4 final game. They need to come good, but I feel somehow Portugal have speed, presence of mind and a killer instinct. Crouch has been found wanting- Sven’s fault to be honest..what the fuck was he thinking in his selection? We’ll see..
I’m in Jersey all summer, barring a 2 week break in Corsica in August. Henry the Cat has moved out there and bought a run down property. I believe he’s making walls. perhaps that should that be building walls? Prefer the former. Anyhow, he’s into it apparently… rather like making love.
I’ve got 4 Chloe bags in my case from Shenzhen. Chinese knock offs. Just doing a friend a favour, although it occurs to me that that favour will also involve spending a rather large sum in postage to get them up to Tyneside. Shite. Might keep one back for my sister.
I’ve also purchased cigarillos- some vague maxican sounding word that distinguishes the cigar with a cigarette filter. need to give up the cigarettes, so I will try with these. 50 of em to get through..
Best get off..