the tuc-tuc diaries.zero

a few months ago i realised i was indulging in a hedonist lifestyle of cheap thrills and creature comforts. i felt emotionally and spiritually numb. so i decided to travel, because i wanted more of that but in a different location, preferably one with cheaper cocaine. that's how i ended up in colombia with 3 months to spare and no real plan to speak of. my travels were poorly documented to say the least - i didn't keep any sort of journal and the fact that i didn't take a camera turned out to hinder the photography aspect of the thing. so, due to what i imagine is stifling popular demand and me not wanting to forget every single thing that happened over there, i'm going to try to force out some sort of written account of the events. there is absolutely no guarantee that this will be of any interest to anyone, and there is of course the distinct possiblity that everything i say never actually happened. the first installment will hopefully come soon, try not to panic as you wait. gracias y hasta luego.

she

was a cigarette smoking geography student, i was trying to come across as nonchalant. we met in a discotheque and the rest of the night was spent grinding on the dancefloor or struggling to get served at the bar, although neither of the two activities were performed together and i only participated in the latter.

corruption is rife, but is anything else?

so fifa put russia in charge of the 2018 world cup, denying Portugal to emphasise it's position in the world, which is lying on a deck chair under the beautiful spanish shade.
controversial as the decision may be, i'm sure the russian summer will at least be interesting.
qatar though? I heard you can't even do heroine there? wtf fifa

oh, honey, there you are

i'm glad you're home, because it's your turn to get mauled by the baboon.

ren and stimpy - fine cartoon

e-burgh the city

these streets are lined with cafe after pub after bar after pub after cafe, and i want to visit them all and be jovial and warm.

rainy day raving

at the moment i'm too self-obsessed to make this about anything more than my deep-seated neuroses.

one day i will have an audience, and on that day my mother will read this blog.

Social Anxiety 3

What's the worst that could happen? Seriously, what's the worst that could happen?