I am not a banana – this much I know due to the fact that I do not go black after lying in the sun for a day. Dani is definately a banana – I am more of a plum (no not plump) a plum becoming redder by the minute and more prune like by the hour. Why am I a prune and not a banana? Maybe when I was stood at the genetic counter I was in the prune queue and not the banana queue. 🍌 I can’t find a picture of prunes so I’ll just put grapes instead 🍇
Day: February 12, 2016
Goa (3)
Once upon a time I had a decent set of brain cells. This seems a long long time ago. The traveling, the heat, the raging insomnia are infiltrating my insanity – I am at the point where I am contemplating having half my hair shaved off and a henna tattoo left side from head to lower limbs – why not? Looks great on some people – the other half I shall just leave plain and hope it’s gets all dreadlocky along the way. A few piercings and one million bangles on my right arm should surely cure my madness – good job Dani is sat next to me and not “Brains” my brother or these thoughts would become real life and not just a fantasy…..
Having just been approached by a man on a lonely stretch of beach (it does happen…..) and by this I mean a man approaching me and not just a lonely stretch of beach. He asked me if I was alone and I said yes…..ermmm quick correction – I mean no, I am with 5000 people – we were all singing with Gloria Gaynor at 2am in the hotel room this morning – insanity prevails!!!