Vlito, tsatsiki and wine, with an ever present and eternally hopeful cat.
And then there is the view. Looking out across the Pagasitic Gulf at dusk. I will never tire of that view.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Erudition ...
... words of wisdom and sparkling wit. Nope. Sorry, none of that. The brain is empty. You will just have to look at pictures of the delights of dining out in Greece.
Vlito, tsatsiki and wine, with an ever present and eternally hopeful cat.
And then there is the view. Looking out across the Pagasitic Gulf at dusk. I will never tire of that view.
Vlito, tsatsiki and wine, with an ever present and eternally hopeful cat.
And then there is the view. Looking out across the Pagasitic Gulf at dusk. I will never tire of that view.
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Yes, Peter, we're getting the drift; no need to rub it in. I prefer Manchester anyway. Honest...
Rub it in as much as you like, Peter. You're entitled.
You bastard.
And what have you been doing to that moggie -- looks scared.
You think that views hot you should see mine. My garden shed looks fantastic. I could look at it all evening and probably will.
Pictures later.
And what have you been doing to that moggie
I refused to give it my food. I didn't get this shape by accident.
You should eat the fucking cat. I hear they taste like rabbit (well - at least they look like a rabbit when skinned).
Well, as rabbit tastes foul (not fowl) that scarcely an inducement.
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