Happy
Xmas little Josh moo.
Did
I say that all ready? I believe not. No deck the halls, no silver star on top
of the tree (although, I can't remember now for the life of me why) no reindeer
or slays. No kissing under the mistletoe. How remiss!
And
now all the dinners, lunches and what not are done with. I have to admit that I
toddled home a couple of times drunk as...
My
mother served a chicken leg, a potato and some beans for xmas lunch and she
didn't seem to see that there was any problem, at all. I said to her that it
was all a bit light on for dinner, not to mention Xmas lunch. She said that was
all she had.
But
it’s all over now for another year. Yeah!
Did
Santa bring you good stuff? No, of course not. We’re over 30 now, huh?
I
guess you are in Spain by now. Some how I think your life seems so much more
exciting than mine, despite any nasty personal business. Espanola for New Year,
how fantastic. (you know I want you to bring me back something called Carlos) All
them Latin boys going off at the stroke of midnight! Does make me mouth fair
water at the thought.
And
where am I going? West Melbourne. Doesn't quite have the same cosmopolitan ring
(no, I’m not getting onto licking Spanish boys arses) to it, now does it. But I
am loaded up with party tricks, even if I am driving myself.
And
I’m out of God’s herb, wouldn’t you know it. Not a chance until after New Year,
apparently. How could this happen, I ask you? Although, it is probably a good
thing, as I have spent the last week, shall we say, some what comatose.
And
I’ve got to front up at an old girlfriend’s lunch Jill 2nd. Good luck I say to
myself right about now.
And
another year slips away. All over gone. Not a mention of annas horribilis, not
from me, anyway. 2005! Fuck me! Tomorrow! Streamers. Fireworks. Auld Langsyne.
Falling down, quite possibly. (Not me, of course. But maybe you) And then it
also will be over for another year. We are in our 6th year of 2000. Does that
make you feel old?
And
another year and a half for you? Over there in duty-bound land. Lovely!
Big
moo Christian
Big Moo, Christian
I
think I WILL come home say June next year. Throw out the flatmates for me and
we can shack up for a week or two.
Shane???
So we like her? Hard to keep up.
I’m
in a sauna. Quite popular – me that is. I’m blowing one for Tom and I’ll blow
one for you. What’s that in Catalan again¿ But, I wanna say, Happy New Moo big
Moo and a big one too.
Shall
be thinking of you but am getting bad looks.
Have
a real bad back which is a drag – old age Hombre, old age.
Having
an OK time – sunny and not been robbed yet.
One
year and a half – fuckin can’t wait.
From
tapas city and 4squiin and a half,
Galey
Moo
Gales
I can’t imagine
you with a bad back, you just don’t seem the bad back type, such a young slip
of a thing and all. I can see those Enrique’s and Jose’s have been good then.
Yes, yes,
happy, happy new year. It looks as though I’ll be doing it solo this year,
which can only mean that there is a nice boy out there waiting to taste my
delights. I hope so, anyway.
May be without Tom,
even, who has been sick for a couple of weeks with the cold that just about
everyone has had. Although, her restorative powers when the D word is mentioned
are quite phenomenal!
But I’ll be
with all me old girlfriends – that’s the boy-type girlfriend, you understand.
Not to be confused with the girl-type girlfriends, who I will apparently, at
this stage, be spending my Jill 02nd with. Maybe? Depending how many
times Nick wants to do it over the weekend? – No, you haven’t missed anything.
Nick is the twenty nine year old Italian I’m going to meet at the party
tonight. Nick fantasy-boy Orretti. My height, dark cropped hair, green eyes,
filthy mind, a killer smile, a waist this big and... do you want me to describe
his wanger to you?
So where are
you spending New Year, young man? With Jen and her criminal hubby?
I must say how
lovely it was to get such a prompt reply from ya miss! And, now that I check
the time, you send it about the time I was toddling off to bed.
But I think
you’re making it up now. I challenge you to repeat the line where I said I
liked Shane? Oh no, it’s New Year, time to cast aside all the old hurts and
grievances and spread the love. I’m intending to spread the love thickly
tonight. I might even give Shane a tonguey. How many D’s did I say I had? No,
not enough. Truthfully, time has healed any rift – and the fact that he got the
fuck out of my house – and all is forgiven. I knew it would. Time heals and all
that crap. He is one of my oldest friends, after all.
So there you
go.
So Happy,
happy, HAPPY New Year, my little Moo. I’ll be thinking of you at the stroke of
midnight – that’s my midnight and not yours, you understand – sending you all
my best love and energy for the coming year.
Woo-Hoo!
(Imagine a streamer hitting you right in the middle of the forehead!)
Christian
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