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HarmonyJoy is a nice name for a musical rabbit
I am HarmonyJoy, one of 300 bronze rabbits (collectively known as Digit) created by the scribbler Bertt deBaldock in York. Nika has given me this beautiful name and will accompany me on a musical joyful journey. You can read more about Digit's World Travels at a site called digit-love and learn to say Oi! which is a beautiful thing in itself
with love and peace to all
Oi!
HarmonyJoy x
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Mad last minute packing (again)
I have been scrambling to say the least to try to wrap up the spring term at York (until this afternoon), finish a consulting contract with absolute hard deadline (submitted at 7 p.m.), clean house, and pack before leaving - the normal last minute rush, though maybe even worse than normal.
I do have my camera packed and ready to go - took a quick self-portrait today (my ...
Are you mental or just stupid?
... obviously be completely useless.
So, I am still in Beverley at the moment (see map) but I am actually well on the way to not being in Beverley, more specifically, to being in South America, more specifically Colombia.
"Why Colombia?" I hear you ask, "are you mental?" (see blog title).
"Well," I say, (long pause), "cause, err, it's at the top of the continent thingy and I was going ...
Comedy and Tragedy
On the eve of my departure, Blondey invited us to a party at his house, actually his out-of-town-Grandmothers house. It's strange to have been in town for such a short time and to already know everyone here. It was a fairly small gathering confined to the kitchen which didn't leave a lot of buffer when personalities clashed - primarily mine and all the little, over-priveleged upstarts (I exclude both Diane and Blondey from that count).
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People in stone houses shouldn't throw glass
... of her favourite sailing spots in the picturesque Lakes District. The drive itself was spectacular and so green you could almost see pure pigment dripping from the leaves. We passed through hilariously named towns like Giggleswick and Wigglesworth and through historic Windermere with its ubiquitous stacked stone houses that seem to use no mortar at all. These incredible buildings continued to line our path all the way ...

