HOLIDAY COUNTDOWN

http://www21.brinkster.com/nightim/ateam/

Another story of mistaken identity

I just love the story of this man:

http://guygoma.com/


Anyone has any similar ones?

Parrot story - like it

Parrot held in prison

A parrot has spent five days under police 'interrogation' in prison in Argentina.
A judge ordered Pepo to be held in custody until he told police who was his real owner, reports UOL.
Two neighbours, Jorge Machado and R Vega, were disputing ownership of the bird.
Judge Osvaldo Carlos decided the parrot should be sent to prison until he said the name of his owner.
After five days, Pepo said Jorge's name and also sung the anthem of his favourite football team San Lorenzo.
Mr Machado said: "I knew he wasn't going to let me down, he is a real friend and we support the same football team."


http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1820204.html?menu=news.quirkies

Maybe I should join a creative writing class.


It doesn't bode well for my the playwriting course I am supposed to start in April.

Well, that was a roaring success wasn't it!

Serbian Prince

3 Serbian Princes are looking for a Princess. This could be the motivation I needed to carry on with Serbian. I am not sure about living in Blegrade though.

Mind you, apparently they don't speak Serbian either.

http://www.royalfamily.org/index_eng.html

Derek

I received some bad news yesterday. My neighbour/housemate Derek passed away in the morning. He had been ill for quite some time. In fact he had had so many problems in the past, it was frightening. He recovered from A brain tumour, a car crash that left him paralysed for some time, a tumour on his chest, a heart attack. It is difficult not to think he was invincible. He died of pulmonary fibrosis.

I don't know how to feel about this. I am kind of numb. I befriended him about 3 years ago, as he seemed lonely. We became friends. But he always loved me much more than I loved him and eventually it became too much for me. He wanted to see more and more and would sometimes get upset if I had not been around. So I guess I became resentful. And now I guess I feel I am not intitled to mourn him because of this.

There are all those little things that he used to do, like sort out the mail and put mine on my doorstep or leaving me his newspaper on Sunday afternoons. I used to hear him next door. And now there will only be silence. And yet I don't feel I am allowed to be upset.

In any case I want to say thank you Derek for loving me so much, sorry for not loving you enough. I hope you have found your Joyce.

Gunwharf Quays 

Sad news

I received an email from my Friend M in France, who informed me that his girlfriend and him have split up. They both lived in the South of France, renovating a barn. The barn is not finished, and it might never be. K, the gf is now back in the UK. I know they are both heart-broken. And so am I, despite more or less expecting this.
Selfishly of course, it is more than having 2 good friends with broken hearts. They were both there for me last year when things got rough for me and I stayed with them for week. I had such a lovely time, considering my situation, that I fell in love with the place. And since then I have had dray-dreams where I move there myself and join them. The place stayed in a little corner of my heart as a place I could escape to if things got tough again. But now it is gone. Because it is not just the place, it is them too, both of them.