True afgan

The expression "True Afgan" comes from my buddy Harri P.
It just means authentic.
A True Afgan something means it's the real thing.
this is the True Afgan version of this song that i've been playing endlessly for the past week...

Découvrez Bobby "Blue" Bland!

two fingers to say it all

no famous last words from this beetle,
just an act that says it all

italia amore mio

The more i go to Italy, the more infatuated i become with this country. I used to have a love/hate relationship with the boot, but now i feel an incredible passion for it.
Italy is the perfect lover.
The more i see her, the more she unveils her secrets... little by little just to seduce my curiosity into another dark room to be lit up on a later date.
The italians, when they talk of the big headed french say that France is just like Italy... without it's class... how true. Class and refinement come from simplicity. The food is so devinely obvious, the Mona Lisa's smile is so subltle, Michelangelo's creation of Man says so much in such little space [when you break the event down to the few square cm that occupy the two fingers]...
I could live there.
If i did, i would become king of the Pigrone.

Goths and similar beings

yes, it's the second time i post this image... i'll get aother one asap... promise
I really think Goths and similar beings who dye their hair in matt black, paint their fingernails black, wear thick black eyeliner and lipstick are as close to being synonymous to ridiculous as anything ever will be...
i mean it's fucking 30° in the shade and these pseudo vampires meander the streets looking so sorry for themselves, regretting their whole attire,
bitting
the
last
microns
of
their
black
fingernails

probrably
humming
this song

the best song in the world

it's 2 am and there are about two bottles of wine in me, but that doesn't matter much. what is important is listening to the greatest sounds written and lying back to let you mind go off to feel good. to think of those you love of the funny monents of the day , of the week , of the month - fuck it man- the good times of your lifetime... it warms you up. smile, it's the middle of the night, you love the night, you love your music...
it all depends on the time, the place, the mood... right her, right now, it's this

Découvrez Lynyrd Skynyrd!

old friends part 3

© Nicol Andrea
So, out of the blue a facebook message pings me.
... Nicol...
we began taking pictures together many moons ago in London...
she carried on when i left off, and has produced some beautiful work
Check it out here

older friends

and to answer my prvious post, three was not a crowd...
and to reply to my dearest Marilyn M,
i love drugs, and for sure, drugs love me

old friends

i hadn't seen kelly in such a long time... 5/6/7 years ?
it's good to see old friends.
nothing has changed
still the arrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhh syndrome
carpe diem eat your heart out...

it's all "no muff too tuff , we dive at five " attitude...

...the strangest thing was meeting Charlie in the toilets after 20 years

... two old friends in the same...

mmm would three have bee a crowd ?