a symbol of tenacity and stubborn determination
in practice: hopelessly devoted, loyal, docile. would rather spend their days lounging around the house being flatulent than doing a scrap of exercise (they're bowlegged the little darlings...)

in short my kind of dog.
am tapping into the inner bulldog this month. cause am sensing i'll need it. it's called the don't fuk with me or i will er...(kill you with gas?)

in the sublime Bugsy Malone children played gangsters. in the canine version of say godfather the bulldog could have totally barked and scowled, bar brief farts between takes, through this GEM:

Fred, you're nothing to me now. You're not a brother, you're not a friend. I don't want to know you or what you do. I don't want to see you at the hotels, I don't want you near my house. When you see our mother, I want to know a day in advance, so I won't be there. You understand?

** NEWS FLASH ** LATEST LOLA UPDATE FROM SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT IN LAGOS

lola is in local paper on style page.
foto is from the nite i
sw her when she was in alicia keyes mode. she only does the
braids about once a year. they were down to waist.

over a perfect rainbow, capturing the fleeting moment, milena and i mull, over some warm sake, the state of our love lives.




her future boyfriend...









and errrrr mine.

toxics try to cosy up to mile's feet over an afternoon of meglio gioventu'
milena, drifting in and out of snooze mode, pipes up considerably in one scene. ahem. i cry more or less throughout 3/4s. of the saga.

post absolute devastation

HOTEL MINA

between 4 a.m. and 5:52 a.m.

amen to milena and her period cramps. that woke her up in timely fashion.
my hero.

VIVA LA SNOOZE
LOVE HER

where to start. rewind 10 odd years back. living together in london as poor students.
eating porridge. rocking up to the video store in pyjamas looking for anything french with subtitles. listening to depressing music. wanting to be as cool as kate moss.failing miserably. dyeing each other's hair dodgy colours, such as blue, and developing odd fixation for random and obscure famous/unfamous people. god bless, those were the days.
no love. no sex. no rock n roll.
glad to report that a decade on not much has changed. apart from the porridge. suzanne likes her chips and i like my vodka.