Firstly - who is Sideshow Bob?? Yes, I know he is from the Simpsons... but somebody actually READS this stuff?? Wow. If I'd known that, I'd have bothered to come online more often and update you, rant, rave, anything. In fact, over the last week I've had a load to rant about - principally job-oriented rants, that I'm sure most of the working population could relate to on multiple levels - but I've been in such a foul mood I haven't even felt able to rant. (Except by phone to various relatives, apologies go out to them).
Anyway, strange how when one thing goes well everything else falls into place. Having left Argentina at the end of January, I've spent every day since trying to work out how to get back there - and finally a solution has been offered to me. Straight after the Monaco Grand Prix on May 22nd, I'll be leaping onto a plane and hurling myself halfway round the planet to Buenos Aires for a couple of months. Ostensibly to work and do some research, but at a guess there will be multiple evenings involving considerably large quantities of vino...
So anybody staying at the Portal del Sur in Buenos Aires (you allowed to advertise on this thing??) at that time of year - look out for Jane returning to room 306. Yes, that is my name on the door, yes I did stay there so long I earned a name on a door in a hostel... Its a claim to fame, dammit. Don't knock it.
Life is good. Its the boat-race tomorrow that will see the annihilation of Cambridge by Oxford. I have nothing to rant about. Feel strangely empty. Maybe I'll sit here and fiddle with the colours on the screen or something. Apparently I can change them. Hmm. Get excited, dear reader.
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People who don't rant aren't worth taking the time to leave comments for. Stay funny/pissed. Oh, I just realized that pissed, to you, means drunk, not angry...I guess whichever works best for you. Best wishes, Sideshow Bob.
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