Finally manage to escape from the fucking house and into the jungle......at last a respite from Brasilian TV......bring on the empty snakes and spiders......


.....aaaaaargh DAS BOOT.....oh no, this is the other,er, not das boot....shapely calf though.........


oh, ok, aaaaaaaaaaarghhh DAS BOOT......
rather lost the impact I was hoping for.....but I'm fucked if I'm gonna upload them again in the right order.......


........impression of Shorn Rah???
.......or is it THE ARISTOCRATS punchline..dah dahhhh.......
.......No, actually, it's me.

PLEASE NOTE THAT JUST BY CLICKING YOU CAN MAKE ANY OF THESE PICTURES INTO A HANDY FOLD UP WALL POSTER..... ok well, a bit bigger anyway....
..........and honestly, there will be some NEW CONTENT soon.......really there will, I mean, would I lie to you of all people mother ???

WOW .....just scored a wicked mosquito kill.....first time I've got one on the suck.....he was sucking from my all too briefly exposed broken leg as I wacked him....on my broken leg....that actually hurt quite a lot, but I got the fucker....blood everywhere.....well, a tiny drop spread everywhere....by mosquito standards.....anyway, me one, mosquitos NIL......

At last, maybe some pix.....blurb below is only email teaser I sent out...new " content " shortly....
Takenby Hannah moments before vacating Bath flat....receiving timely call from Natwest Offshore Division 3 months after first asking them for help procuring an income from my house sale whilst heading to Brasil.....they have to date procured me less than half a percent on my capital....Im now with an Indian bank.T hanks Natwest, from a customer of 30 years standing. And falling about a bit sometimes.....

Forcing Barbara to smile for camera....my birthday dins last week....

.....Julia and I both adore Daniel.....that's my mum Maria on the left....Daniel's birthday too......hurrah for us........!!!!!!!!!!!

....a Brasilian Birthday tradition I didn't previously know about......

......my dieting is proceeding at quite a pace.....


...........so what's been going on?......where is lagoonboy?.....has he broken yet another leg?
.......how many are left?......how many are right?.......why doesn't he write? .........why doesn't he phone?.........why doesn't he ermm, blog?.........why did he use that as a verb?......why doesn't he use a form other than the interrogative?.......why won't this stop?......why don't I know?
........questions questions questions.....but then again, who amongst us, at one time or another, hasn't also found oneself buried under the weight of so many, many questions?......I know I has (have?)......but then isn't being buried under the weight of so many, many questions just a little like life itself........and isn't life itself so very, very full of so many, many questions?.......for example, is this still me writing?........it doesn't sound like me still writing, but then again does it?

Look, all I'm trying to say is that my comms have been down since last thursday......they are back, aaah, up now.
We now have a new super dooper service provider which, as I write this, collectively as one whole service provider is rushing back to it's hi-tech business premises, to put the finishing touches to the connection, which involves, apparently, drying off the lead and the plug as it's been raining ( yes, here in the tropics) and his (alright, it's just some bloke) bedroom roof has leaked onto the connection. On the spot online maintenance on the hottest bet ISP-wise in this whole region....this firm is the shit, the bollox of the actual dog that had the bollox in the first place. I'm saying this bloke is good....and he's even better with a towel.

..........as for what's been happening.....not much.....i've been in this fucking small house alone on wheels for 3 weeks tomorrow.....left the building in a car for the 4th time in 3 weeks today.....very exciting......have watched tv Brazilian style for a week due to no internet connection.....I can now shout phrases that I have no concept of the meaning of(?) in the manner of a big fat pig of a man with loads of exquisite bikini clad ladies gyrating in the background......there are at least 6 of these people, each on every day at peak times.....I don't know what they are for......why are they all massive?....were they massive before?....is that how they got the job?....who makes their clothes?......what are the programmes about?.....why don't i get it?.......why does it matter so much to me?......are there any vacancies?.....could I just about muster that up?.......what are the hours?.......

I will attempt yet again to put some birthday party pix on the blog......the address of which as if you both didn't already know.......sorry mum, forgot about dad.....just for you then, in case you forgot, or threw it away by mistake.......or, you haven't got a computer......you could go round then......nice to have a little break, get yourself out of yourself for a bit, isn't it, mmmm, nice.........