Two Slightly Distorted Guitars
Trip Start Jul 16, 2009
58Trip End Feb 10, 2010
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We've stopped at various beaches along the coast which are all white sand/blue sea affairs with very high temperatures. Obviously, being English, we're carefully cultivating a sun-burnt glow. It's coming on but still needs a couple more days in the sun with the mad dogs.
Since Rich has been out here, the alcohol intake has risen dramatically and, as a consequence, I seem to have left the top of my big toe on tarmac in Florida somewhere. It's a bloody mess, hurts a lot and if I could remember how I did it, I might be a bit embarrassed. I'm sure the details will come back to me but for now, I think that it happened during a fight. That I won. Against 10 guys. Big guys.
It's been great to have a travelling companion but Rich doesn't like to get involved in my car games. So far, he has refused to adhere to my, 'Irish only' rule, turned his nose up at, 'talk like Stephen Hawking hour' and wouldn't even entertain the idea of, 'singing the songs of Paul Weller in the style of Alec Guinness'. He won't even play the dashboard drums, and still listens to my daily playing of, 'Tubular Bells' through gritted teeth. Still, he pays for petrol from time to time so it's not all bad.
Thought of the Day
Have you heard? Bird is the word.
Richard Powney is an avid watcher of the weather channel.