Well I couldn't resist this one.....Bob Nudd from Pill, Bristol is not liked by everyone apparently.....two other locals on the piss last night left this message on his route to work where he would drive through it this morning, where it was spotted by our picture donor....you saw it here first.....
.....and back here in Brasil here is a picture of Maria taken by her husband Uli which hangs over my bed.....I did not put it there....I have the utmost respect for both them and their relationship.....anyway she's like a mother to me.....but fortunately not like mine.....

Here is Hannah yesterday afternoon displaying the appalling scars wrought by a gang of vicious drug crazed local thugs who attacked her with vines, leaves, grapes and small twirly things as she walked through the seemingly unthreatening seaside town of Saquarema. As a result she can no longer eat chocolate or lumps of fat or pigs or salt or pepper or eggs and will remain scarred for life.
Not content with this appalling behaviour these anti-social maniacs then proceeded to rob her of sixty pounds worth of the local currency (rrraoooollllshhh or something)....pronounced rrraoooollllshhh or something, and then, whilst forcing quantities of water down her, they proceeded to chant what appeared to be voodoo spells over her in the terrifying local dialect. The whole ordeal lasted over 3 1/2 hours during which time she amazed her crazed assailants by never once uttering a murmur of complaint or submission. Hurrah for Hannah!!

.........as if that wasn't enough, today she was attacked by yet another gang of addled drug maniacs who forced lethal paint onto her finger and toe nails and then attacked them with lumps of metal until they were nearly worn away......and then in similar fashion, the torture over, they robbed her of more of the local currency.....However the worst was yet to come....this bunch of maniacs disguised themselves as friends of hers for the attack......
......as a break from the preceeding horror stories of life in urban Brasil, I hark back to happier days, here with my friend Sonia......
anyway, break over.... back to the present, here I react with fury to the news that Hannah has been attacked and robbed twice in two days....and to add insult to admittedly unusual injury, it was my money that was taken.....though that's obviously a minor concern in this situation.....although it does mean going to the bank again, and it's not like the bus is free....I mean, yes it's cheap but......well you know......

......here's Hannah pictured at the bar in happier pre-attack days........probably dreaming of England's green and pleasant thingy.......yeah right......
.....and here's what I like to call "Fat Tart having a Kip"......I've included this provocative partly-clothed portrait for the gentleman from Parana, Brasil who logged onto this site after finding it ranked tenth on Google when searching the keywords "Brasil fucking"......get yer rocks off to this one baby.......eeeeuwwww, actually, please don't.....
....... here's Hannah at a beach bar at Saquarema town beach, just below the church, with first Boquierao and then further on Jacone beaches behind.....the sun is setting.....actually, it could be rising.....but it's not......
QUESTION: I'm indicating something in the background....what is it ??????......
OPTION ONE......is it that the tennis club I'm buying is 40 minutes walk along the beach behind me,
OPTION TWO......is it that when I get my beach buggy the tennis club is only 10 minutes drive along the beach behind me,
OPTION THREE.....is it that I've just said to Hannah that there may be better places to live in Brasil or even The World, but that there comes a point when somewhere ticks enough boxes for you that you go "this'll do....I don't really need it any better than this....."

TONIGHTS MAJOR PRIZE goes out to those of you who correctly chose OPTION THREE.