Monday, 1 July 2013

Things I Like

We are all tired here. Me, the wife, the poodle and the bichon. We are all sick and tired of the awful weather, the soaring taxes, Monsieur Hollande and everything else.
But not to worry, because in three days we will the load the car, close the shutters over the windows and begin our annual pilgrimage to Italy, where during three weeks we will forget all of our problems and recharge our batteries.
Fucking fantastic! Something to aim for and something to make us forget all of our problems.
But if our three week stay in Italy isn't enough to bring a smile to our faces, last night I thought about a multitude of things which have always delivered me pleasure, and which have always boosted my spirit in the most miserable of times.
So, in no particular order, here we go...
Cricket: It's a fine sport, if you can understand it.
Strong lager. Hawaiian pizzas. The Sex Pistols. Books by John Steinbeck. Bacon sandwiches. Hot Dogs. Double cheeseburgers. English test cricket in the 1980's. The Two Ronnies. Model railways. Wispa chocolate bars. Indian restaurants. Cornwall. Radio 1 in the 1980's. Paranormal activity. The Swimmer with Burt Lancaster. War films. Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.

The Embassy World Darts Championship. Marks & Spencer trifles. English motorway restaurants. Fish and chips. Weekends in Dublin. Day trips to Calais. Holidays in Las Vegas. The taste of buttered toast. Dirty backstreet London pubs. Greyhound races. Lime Jelly and double cream. A trip to Broadstairs. Holidays in Italy.

 Watching a football match on a wide-screen television, in a pub, whilst drinking heavily. An English breakfast. Carry On films. Mowing the lawn. Screaming obscenities at the top of one's voice. Sleeping in a warm bed on a cold winter's night. Travelling by train. Falling asleep whilst watching the television. Saturday afternoons in the pub. Reading the Sunday newspapers whilst drinking red wine. Walking in the park with your lover. Dreaming of your next holiday. Taking a stroll in winter along a beach on the south coast of England. Playing with your dogs. Feeling the sun on your face. Oral sex. Love. Life. Peace of mind.

Good Night.

Oral Sex: It's better than...

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