After a slightly disastrous bit of manscaping on the day I am having a portrait taken, I was trying to disguise the damage I had caused. I tried putting a hat on. I thought it improved the whole look from disaster to merely “Mishap”.
Me: “Lucinda, does this look better?”
Lucinda: “You still look like a bug eyed dog begging for pizza. But it’s slightly better.”
This post has a video in it which might take a while to download, depending on the link you have. It’s about 6M. On the way to school, there is a steep hill as the path goes under St Georges Rd. The video shows how 2 different daughters navigate the same path to
I went to Varanasi with Dave recently – do you know the place?
Its where many Indians go to cremate their dead. The city is choked with teams of people running through town with beautifully draped corpses. You can hear them coming because there are always at least 2 drummers with the team. Just imagine: drummers with JOBS! Plus an audience that cant throw things at you.
Anyway we spent a lot of time walking around the ghats – and there is grey dust everywhere, and grey mud – and the city itself is swathed in a grey mist, and grey dust. You’re walking around – and you know whats in that grey dust. Now its a week later and my feet are still black. I cant get the dead people out of my feet. And you thought cracked heels were bad. Its freaking me out. I need a spiritual podiatrist. Or maybe a spiritualist with a foot fetish. I’m not sure.