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Trinidad, Trinidid, Trinidone.

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Trinidad, Trinidid, Trinidone.

Sat on the bed in our new Casa and waiting for Gemma to finish in the shower, I read about Trinidad. First I read about Trinidad in the Lonely Planet, then I read about Trinidad in the Rough Guide. Then I read some of ‘Death and the Penguin’ because that was what I was reading at the time, and then, as I heard the shower turn off I went back to the Lonely Planet and looked through the pictures of Trinidad so I can show my favourite ones to Gemma.

We hadn’t gone outside our room yet, all we’d seen of Trinidad so far was what our taxi driver had driven past; some cobbled streets and a few attractively run-down buildings. Oh, and our Casa was a beautiful high roofed colonial building with huge arches and climbing plants in the courtyards. So far it seemed pretty good. Read the rest of this entry

Woody, the wild wild south of Bolivia, and me.

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Woody, the wild wild south of Bolivia, and me.

If there’s one thing Gemma would change about me it would probably be my idols. Nothing else. I’m sure there can be nothing else, otherwise why would she agree to marry me?

She thinks I’ve modelled myself on a cross between George Michael and Woody from Toy Story (also from Toy Story 2 and Toy Story 3. Sadly, as an actor Woody is a victim of typecasting). She’s right of course – I love Woody, I love his outlook on life, his desire to always be playing with his best friends and his taste in fashion. God I love his taste in fashion. But it’s not just Woody, generally I just like all cowboys.

And as for George Michael, I don’t think I need to explain that one, but if you do feel you need an explanation I refer you to his 1987 solo album ‘Faith’. Read the rest of this entry