Fast Times

L is for the laughter we'll be hearing
A is for the alcohol we'll drink
G is for the Ganja we will smoke
O is for the Opulent Caftans we'll wear
S is for the Silly men and women we'll enchant

authorship to the inimitable pfrap
for those not in the know. fraps are going to lagos. i remember when i riled z over new year saying, sorry babes, but.....LAOS not LAGOS. now i have been harping on about afrrrriccca and the blixen-esque references to sweaty faces of coffee pickers for a while. partly because half me doesn't quite believe it (z..........our tickets?! thought you were pimping your rear to a frenchman). partly because i have been vastly irresponsible in (not) sorting out malaria tablets and jabs and er...a few other things. however, part of me clearly is taking the whole enterprise most seriously since i've got footwear for the TOXIC feet. flip flops with a little brazilian flag and (YAY) red trainers to match the LITTLE RED RUCKSACK (LRR). my feet will be fully aired, ventilated and a pocket-sized incinerator will be brought along. sao tome here we come, cause lagos sounds a bit of an armpit.