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what’s the other 20 for?

I’m not a 20 year old Robert Redford, I could be an extra in a movie and go pretty much unnoticed and I’m fine with that…

But for some reason Russian Girls Love Me… they all want to be my special friend and keep sending me emails confirming this… I think I love them all too.

Hello!!!!
I am very interesting you, i want to get to know you better if you not
mind, please answer me and i will tell you more about myself.
I would like to have correspondence with you on regular e-mail.

Please reply only to my personal e-mail:  annaenot@yahoo.com

I give you the address.
I hope to see today your letter.

Anna.

China is great but not all the walls are.

A tradition has formed to burn Christmas tree as soon as my wife and children will let me abstract it from the house. Yesterday my wife hit the sales, so as soon as she left the house that poor, wilted, overpriced, Christmas tree knew its time was up.

Don’t get me wrong, i love Christmas; the celebrations, the family time, the food, the lights, the story, but i also love normality. The cracking orange glow of a Norwegian spruce marks the end of Christmas and the beginning of normality…

2009 is the year of the flaming Conifer. a year of celebrating and amazing season, remembering all the amazing moments, wishing they would never end, yet looking forward to seeing what is beyond the flames.

Last night I sat with my eldest daughter under the heavens toasting marshmallows on the embers of Christmas, i hope 2009 holds many more of these moments.

Happy new year.

E.

[note: notpoetry.com do the condone the combustion of Christmas trees. Please dispose of yours with consideration to the planet.]

Lost on the 15th Oct 10pm in the Rustington area on the corner of the Street and Woodlands Avenue outside Owen Electrical. He does not bite and is very friendly.

A reward is offered for his safe return as he is much loved and has been in the family for 6 years and has babies to look after.

Bristol academy

My first night on the tour bus an I woke up in bristol with a head full of guilt, not because the events of the night before but because it was 11am and sleeping in past 8am makes me feel like a lazy teenager.

Evans emerged a little later and we wondered the streets of bristol in search of grey shirts and banksy pieces. We found a shirt for evans and saw some magnificent art. As always with good art, it makes you think, I love the way banksy has made us rethink art, is it art or vandalism? Pioneering is often cloaked with controversy. Sometimes art is so strong it awakens you to a new thoughts or allows you to see something in a way not seen before, I love that about art.

Then it was our chance to spray some audio murals through the air of bristol, the academy is small yet high making it a great venue to play as it feels like you can see everyone. The set is beginning to take form with a few further tweaks and additions, we are enjoying every note and mile traveled.

Go forth and paint the town but try not to get arrested for it.