As if it was not enough that the crocodile guy died in a terribly ironic accident, my trip to the unnamed destination, I was looking forward to, has been cancelled today. I therefore have the choice between blogging once again on how miserable my life is both professionally and personally or on speculations on local gay murders. Don’t count on me. As Kevin D.’s grandma would say when it rains it pours and I just have to be patient for a little while. Maybe I’ll just go to Spain with Fagat and wait a little there.
Still I hummed all day “I dreamed a dream” [FHC is left alone, unemployed and destitute]. How refreshing to see that I manage to keep time for cheerful musicals in the midst of such a gloomy personal reality.
Oh and please let’s wish a happy birthday to Kevin D.