Sunday, 25 May 2008

Oh, he buys you pretty things, what does your mother think?

This old polaroid sort of sums up my day. August 2007

I had the oddest day. It started out with breakfast and Bulgarian historiography and Blur (okay so far), continued with a Greek nation building interlude and Los Campesinos (alright, still) and then suddenly turned pear-shaped: I found myself in a cinema watching Indiana Jones which was a serious "wtf??"-experience, riding on the back of a motorcycle at quite some speed and then spending the entire evening drinking rose tea and playing 80s indie pop to a rock fan who hilariously looks slightly like Indiana Jones' rocker son himself. I thought spontanity was a thing of the past! Good friends are rather nice.

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