HURRAH! WE'RE OFF TO MOMBASSA AT THE BACK OF THE LAGOONS TO LOOK AT PALMS TO BUY FOR THE GARDEN.
HURRAH!


Here's Filho.
He's driving the lovely car.


Here's Lao.
A rare shot of him not working.
Or playing football.
Or drunk.
( The drunk bit is a joke except on Sundays after the match.)


A lovely windpump.


A lovely road and a lovely tree.
And some other more nondescript trees.
But still lovely in their own nondescript sort of way.
Nondescript and just a little bit pathetic kind of a way.
With barely a stroke of individuality discernable amongst them.
Bastards.
What if all trees were as faceless...where would we be then eh?
Nobody would know would they....
They'd all breed and breed and all look exactly the same.
Everyone could be anywhere.
People lost without trace in massive faceless forests all over the world.
Massive faceless forests full of masses of lost traceless people.
Traceless, faceless people, with not a jot of individuality to distinguish one from another.
Bastards.
And then where would we be??
Massive unending masses of faceless faithless people blindly bludgeoning their pointless way through massive unending forests massed with faceless pathetic nondescript bloody trees. And what are they covered in?
Bloody leaves.
Are any of them tartan?
Any of them polka dots with candy pink metal finishes?
Any trace of gold leaf?
Diagonal striping?
Tassles?
Tiny throw cushions?
Are they bollocks my cock you fuck you not there are......
FUCKING GREEN.
FUCKING GREEN THE LOT OF THEM.
Bastards.
Eh?
Eh?
Eh?