It’s a sunny day, I’ve been surfing t’net all morning at Sha’s place (free t’internet), and now we’ll go down the road to Fallowfield and find somewhere to lie down in the grass and have a bellyful of the finest of whatever British pub cuisine has to offer.
I’ve been having a listen to some old Hindi songs (circa 1956, when music was real and meaningful, and god did they sing!) and recalled some real happy choons about dying, and death, and misery, and sorrow, and death. Yes, a real swinging mood.
“Mohabbat ki jhooti kahani pe roye
badi chot khayi jawani pe roye”
:-
I cry for the false tale of love
I cry for the great wounds of youth
The Nazmanian Devil 
Ioannis
/ 3 April, 2006Pub food on the grass… I wish I could join!
Rachey
/ 4 April, 2006Pub food full stop. I wish I could join. Was the Easties omnibus playing at the same time?! Or were you in one of those weird pubs that prefers to show the footie on a Sunday afternoon?!
turboslut
/ 5 April, 2006Sounds like a great day. Gone are the relaxing days when I would lie in the grass with a shandy. Now, I have the kids running over me instead with a much stronger beverage in my hands.
bigger fan
/ 6 April, 2006Uplifting as ever Naz
Sha
/ 6 April, 2006I blame somebody for my increasingly ‘panda-istic’ belly :@
X
/ 8 April, 2006Morning~~~xx