Miss London myself (I mean I yearn for the place- I am not claiming, through bad syntax, to have won the Capital´s beauty pageant).
Have been in Mexico for 8 weeks and am starting to get homesick.
The two main things that have happened are as follows-
i) Fell in love
ii) Got bitten by a dog
In that order.
The first one has given the trip an interesting twist.
The second one hasn´t.
Her name is Lucy and luckily she´s from London, I have no clue what the dog is called.
Also met the craziest Mexican in the history of loaded hispanic greasers.
His name is, or perhaps by now, was Filipe.
Make up:
60% Benicio Del Toro
30% Barney from the Simpsons
10% Antonio ´Scarface´Montana
Absolute quality. Going up to the girls I was with in the bar and saying, with no malice, just complete hopelessness, 'I have so much love to give, can I not give it to you?', 'First friends, then love ...' and to me; ´Can I rape you?´
etc etc
In between singing the Sex Pistols and New York Dolls.
Attire: Shirt, undone to the waist, tied up in a knot, plus 4500 galons of sweat.
Attempted to persuade us to let him give us a lift home, even though he had had eight bottles of mezcal and two mountains of coke, didn't have a car and we lived 50 metres away up some steps.
'Is it wrong to be a lover?' No Philipe, keep on shining, you drug crazed fiend.
Actually, maybe it was him who bit me ...
There have been lots of other highs, mostly involving more booze, more mad people, and occasionally halucenagenic cactii. Certainly has been a trip of a life time, but I´m pining for home now, so I feel for you Barry ... |
