Another year

It's that time of year again. I don't make New Year's resolutions when you can do this every minute of every day. Not one to be a killjoy; if i had any, they would be;

- Join a gym. Since returning to Blighty, i haven't done much exercise apart from walking and lifting things when i moved.

- Read more. Can't seem to get past 20 pages of any books of late.

- Stop smoking. i do this on a monthly basis, so had to throw it in.

- Singing. Hmm, no comment.

- Wear more colours. Actually that's not going to happen.

- Oh and no more headfucks and weirdos in my life. Flushing them out for good.

Well that's about it. Quite boring and generic. I'll check in after 6 months and see how well we're doing.

New Year's plans? After the most disastrous ’05 / ’06, this year has a lot to make up for. One of my favorite girls in the whole world is in town, so I’m staying over for some delectable Iranian food, Moet, good wine and a marathon reminiscin’ n bitchin’ session.

Spit on my shoe

On my way to the Great Wall minding my own business, I was caught in the cross fire of someone’s phlegm. A perfect green formation was stuck to my new trainers. My first reaction was to jump up and down like a sledgehammer had dropped on my toe. Fortunately friend had baby wet wipes in her bag.