15/06/2005
Return of the crack
I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was tired. Distracted. I was only trying to please you. I didn't mean for this to happen:
"..all I can say is that Baños took my breath away, but Cuenca stole my heart."
It's tragic. I've turned into some lifeless travel writer yuppie, spewing out meaningless bilgewater all over the web and all over my good name.
But I am no quitter Readers, I will fight through this shameful moment and emerge more glorious than ever before, I will relentlessly bombard this site with the same brilliant wit and style that made me famous. Miracles shall happen here dear Readers.
Witness the creation of a new photo album, gasp in awe as I change bilgewater into Nicaraguan Rum with the press of a button, feel my prescence in you as you read this and know that I am with you. Rejoice my children, throw your arms in the air and sing like Tina Turner, for I am back with a vengeance.
NB: Thanks to Sir Edmund Roadsworthy for his editing skills.
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Blimey Mr Soulchaser, Sir. You had us worried for a minute back there. We were just preparing to organize a mass suicide as a sacrifice to the Gods that you might be saved from yuppyism.
Now I guess we'll get together and have a mass orgy in your name instead.
Posted by: Your Biggest Fan | 15/06/2005
"Dilgewater" "Dilgewater", surely you mean Bilgewater, dude. Too much of the falling down water, me thinks.
Posted by: sir edmund roadsworthy | 16/06/2005
Where would I be without you eh? And good timing chuck for tomorrow I begin the ascent to my death. Are you a good or bad omen?
Posted by: Soulchaser | 16/06/2005
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