Monday, June 09, 2008

Postcard from Paris

Written 31/05

In Paris for five minutes and I stepped in dog shit on the footpath. The Eiffel Tower is not impressive close up. In spite of using my best French, the Parisians refuse to understand my question, 'Schnell, poor favour une choo choo de London, pronto pronto'?

How youse all going?

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Postcard from London

Written 28/05/08

We are now in London. It is cold and wet and I can't believe how miserable all the English people are. Of course everything is so expensive and everyone is so rude. I slipped on a chip (french fry) on the street and a nice young skin head with the word Aryan on his tee helped me up. What does Aryan mean and what did he mean when he said he wanted to gob on my face? Some strange ritual?

Loving youse all from afar.