I have just torn out another one to add to the list of things that can get fucked, so time for a bit of balance I think.
Be still my beating trousers. Monica is not just an actress, for me she has become an adjective used to describe the most luscious, rounded whiskies such as Balvenie Port Wood and full-bodied, sultry, sexy beers like chocolate stouts. Monica is married to a bloke name Vincent Cassal who has also become an adjective for the luckiest man on earth. The thing is that as she gets older, she just get sexier. Lucky, lucky Vincent, but the world can also be grateful for the presence of Monica Bellucci.
Peace and Quiet:
It is early in the morning and the sun has just peeped over the hills. Mist rises from the dewy grass and the only sound in the scene of pastoral delight is the gentle snuffle of the sleeping labrador, the gentle clamour of the dawn chorus and far off bellowing of neighbouring cattle. A steaming hot cup of tea sits nearby with its temperature slowly falling to optimum and while you wait you can cast an eye over rolling green hills, macrocarpa shelter belts, smatterings of oak, poplar, elm and willow and smell the scent of the earth rising. Ahh peace and quiet, when worldly cares can be stuffed away out of mind and where there is no phone ringing to ruin in, no passing traffic to annoy and no other people to complicate your moment. Bliss.
Beer in the shower:
This is not me and I certainly didn't take the photo |
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