gao

to my recently departed tots

how i miss them. sober and ever so lightly maudlin

in the mood for this

one of the most amazingly shot, not to mention moving, scenes ever.
and of course uncas.
i think i just spontaneously erupted into tears.
in the middle of the press room of palazzo chigi.

wish i was watching the whole thing.
somewhere else.
up on our home big-screen.
slipping off the red sofa.
near some cheese.

tots with the trots

if there were any doubts, there is another OMC (Old Married Couple) in Rome.
see above to witness the rather tragic scene i came home to yesterday.
two little tots laid out on bed, looking worse for wear. rather peevish. somewhat forlorn.
so we got to work. they had broth. some meds. we watched a bourne film. laid out on the sofa with a duvet and a sleeping maude. sipped tea. giggled and grunted.

i think taking care of them was one of the hightlights of their trip.
tenerezza infinita.

laying vigil

twas a touching scene this morning, as a clearly spent lady v embraced a tiny sausage dog close to her chest. maude, i trust, looked after our grand dame from the north. proud and ever-vigilant.


photo courtesy of the marvellous maho

tots do rome

7:03 pm. tots arrive in via aldo manuzio. 2 tots. 2 bags
7:05 pm. one tot accompanies local tot to the wine shop
8:15 pm. three bottles of wine consumed
9:30 pm. visit to local dive
11:00pm. royally sloshed
3:04 am. all bets are off. there is a random nigerian with us.
4:10 am tot v about to delve into dangerous BL territory
4:11 am tot a disappears. wink wink. nudge nudge
4:12 am tot f dancing with stripper
6:00 am totter home. swing by local dive. mutter nonsense.
7:00 am two tots swing half a bottle of gin. for the road out
1:03 pm tot a returns. sheepishly. brought cakes

pay notice

it's all true..

......
I still don’t know what is permanent, permanent.
Maybe all my possessions were precious.
Truth is, all my possessions I somehow lost them.
Been traveling so light,
when we’re floating by it seems nothing and nowhere is golden.

Some say we’re lost in space,
some say we’re falling off the page
Some say our life is insane
but it isn’t insane on paper

Playgrounds are graveyards
and all of our scars are permanent, permanent.
There’s no replacement for places.
I’ll always love you, you’re mine.
Numb is the new high,
all memories die out ‘till nothing and nowhere is golden.

Some say we always only wanna get off,
some say our hands are much too soft.

(nothing and nowhere, emily haines)