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1- Bananas
The banana is a wily fish
it's never caught at sea.
It hides from natural predators
in the branches of a tree.
(It's a Pratchett thing.)
2- the best holiday you've ever been on
The sky was blue, and electric orange, and the strangest purple I've ever seen.
It was huge and empty, and filled with stars, and low red-tinted clouds, and sculptures, and dancing snow.
There was a thunderstorm at midnight and the rain was warm.
There was a shower that smelled of woodsmoke.
There was a busride that we all claim not to remember.
There was a tiny unfrozen corner of the lake where all the birds in the world were paddling.
There was a whale, far out on the horizon.
There was a blissful moment of absolute nothing.
There was always 'I don't ever want to go home'.
There were pacts and promises and fights and good sex and bad sex and confessions and competitions and faces that got lost on the way home.
There were carnival crowds and birds of prey and Klingons and Stormtroopers and goats and backpackers and friendly goths and racing camels and proper hippies and blues singers and stealth wallabies and the-thing-that-hides-under-an-umbrella and spiders and strangers and friends and friends-for-a-night and family and 'family' and not a living soul for miles around.
There were deep velvet woods and volcanoes and movie-set buildings and jewel-blue seas and white snow on black rocks and fairytale cottages made of concrete and well-hidden galleries and lazy beaches and wild twisting roads roads and deserts and secret waterfalls and floors and floors of balconies as far as the eye could see and rollercoasters and hot springs and the end of the world.
I was swimming and driving and skinny-dipping and hiking and laughing and footsore and brave and crazy and scared and stupid and young and flying and dancing in fountains and skating on ice and peeing behind the bushes and taking so many photographs that the pockets of my combats rattled with spent film cases and spent an entire day missing the bus.
There was sangria and kangaroo steak and sandwiches bigger than your head and whiskey and baby octopus and noodles and haggis and cheap, cheap wine and camel burgers and gothic paella and mystery fish and potatoes of fire.
It was in Australia and Scotland and Iceland and Atlanta and Berlin and Lanzarote and New York and Denmark and Barcelona and too many places I have yet to see.
One day I'll get round to posting the photographs.
(I'm not very good at making decisions!)
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Ran out of time so I'll have to do the other three when I get home from work!
Anybody else want to give me some random things to write about?
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ta for the poem, loved it!
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lots of love
Patrick
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lots of love
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