Well bugger me!?
If this isn't a bit of a hotch potch!!!


No it is...
Here a shot of Cabo Frio by the Sea-o...
When me and Rich Cooper were here in '87 it was two restaurants, a Bum Bum bikini stall, and a couple of houses struggling to reach the first floor...
Now just bloody look at it...
Look at the size of it...
It's Eeeenormous...


The sand hasn't changed much tho'...
Still so white and still the texture of snow...
Amazing...
Interestingly, back in '87, the waiter at the first restaurant was Radar from the TV series "Mash" ( not the film, I hasten to add, that would have been too wierd...), and the waiter at the 2nd restaurant was Jack Nicholson...
How odd...
And further up the road in a town called Valenca, we sold our fursca ( VW Beetle) to Phil Andrews of Moles fame. He was running a small cafe bar.
Funny old trip that one, always full of surprises.
We rented an apartment, in which the landlord's daughter was asleep on the bed.
He offered to throw her in at no extra charge.
We declined, not being sure what decorum required of us, and also she was asleep, after all.
Later Rich got caught in the rain and took refuge in a Bum Bum with two old ladies.
Alright, I was trying to be clever.
In a Bum Bum Bikini store.
But that was the name of the franchise.
Bum Bum.
There, I've said it..


Moving swiftly...
And extremely tangentially,
Here are some of my Dwarves growing...
The first seven are visible.
Grumpy, Dumpy, Lumpy, Swumpy (chained to the roots obviously),
Frumpy, Trumpy and Dave.
There's always one, isn't there?


These are my not-dwarves.

It's strange, but wherever I have planted or tended, there is nothing...
Like the Ukraine the Russians left for Hitler...
But wherever I do nothing, crops flourish, particularly in totally inappropriate locations like here on my path, within grabbing reach of the road...
Or round the back of my house, all over Nachman Reclamation Yard.
Ric wouldn't stand for it.
He'd shout and swear and kick the shit out of them until they
moved into a shop in Walcot Street called Nashers Fucking Tomatoes...
With a silent "Fucking" obviously.

(The real name of " John's Bikes " is "John's Fucking Bikes" in honour of just such tantrums by Ric.)