There is beer in the fridge..a danish brew called FAXE..a soldier serving in Germany brought it to my attention..with the quote " lets get faxed on fax " typical english squaddie....but you just gotta luv'em for finding hidden gems of ale...the mood is not on me though..the female side is kicking in Autumn is spiffy..i have a soft spot for modern Japanese/Chinese/Korean pop artists of the female source..each time i pass through Singapore i trawl the record shops..looking in the bargain basement buckets,if the girl on the cover is pretty i pick it up..the looks, the stares,the snigger's brace with one or two smile hello's " can i help you sir ", gosh me a sir..eerr "no thanks i'm just looking " and err can i fit you in my back pack..no no that's just a silent thought.As i slip half a dozen on the counter and rush out as if i have just bought a stack of porn.In all the CD'S i have picked up,only one or two have been a let down and for a few coppers such is life.The Eastern female voice has this burrowing into yer head mode,a sort of softness long lost in the past,not a word do i understand,i can even sit here and scribble away with half an ear striding down memory lane,the champagne super nova's whistle on the wind the milky way climbs high, a star burst in a crescent moon blistering before the birth of a new day.The music gives me strength to tell the Proddy-dog work ethic to fuck off for a few hours...Sigh..
Wednesday 10th October 2007.
There is beer in the fridge..a danish brew called FAXE..a soldier serving in Germany brought it to my attention..with the quote " lets get faxed on fax " typical english squaddie....but you just gotta luv'em for finding hidden gems of ale...the mood is not on me though..the female side is kicking in Autumn is spiffy..i have a soft spot for modern Japanese/Chinese/Korean pop artists of the female source..each time i pass through Singapore i trawl the record shops..looking in the bargain basement buckets,if the girl on the cover is pretty i pick it up..the looks, the stares,the snigger's brace with one or two smile hello's " can i help you sir ", gosh me a sir..eerr "no thanks i'm just looking " and err can i fit you in my back pack..no no that's just a silent thought.As i slip half a dozen on the counter and rush out as if i have just bought a stack of porn.In all the CD'S i have picked up,only one or two have been a let down and for a few coppers such is life.The Eastern female voice has this burrowing into yer head mode,a sort of softness long lost in the past,not a word do i understand,i can even sit here and scribble away with half an ear striding down memory lane,the champagne super nova's whistle on the wind the milky way climbs high, a star burst in a crescent moon blistering before the birth of a new day.The music gives me strength to tell the Proddy-dog work ethic to fuck off for a few hours...Sigh..
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