Jameses.org

Papa Love and the Peptides
If only sloths could run
…to be continued…

And not 100% safe. As we sat and sipped our mago lassis this afternoon I heard part of a conversation drift over on the breeze. “Passed a bridge…bus had gone off…15 metre drop…. many dead…”. I have to say, Storm and I weren’t altogether suprised. It must be something in the water […]

This is just a quick summary of our most recent goings on as this internet cubicle only seems to have an air supply of around 8 mins.
After having undeserved luck on our first train trip, we should’ve expected some approaching inconveniences. The 1 hour train delay might’ve indicated a large number of people entering […]

Bed bugs…tick
Sleeping on the floor (near the toilets unfortunately) of an indian train…tick
Laughing at the lameness of some of supposed “attractions” (Echo Point case in point)…tick
Having my shirt sleeve eaten by a goat…tick.
to be continued…

With the wedding festivites complete and my friends ceremoniously married, there was finally some time to relax and play ‘Indians’ with friends over a quiet beer. One final buffet dinner to give thanks, laugh and chat before the newlyweds and associated honeymoon troupe flew to Himachal Pradesh in the country’s northwest…

Well 100 full days of sobriety have passed, with little incident, and only the occasional transient alcoholic craving. The momentous occasion arose during dinner on the 12th of April, when one would have found me holding a semi-frosted glass of Kingfisher premium toasting with friends and with Storm - who had born the full […]

And that’s just the food…
I’ve found that everytime I muster up some strength to venture out into the dusty heat and find an internet cafe, I sit down and lose all motivation to write. The effort required in scribing an eloquent and cogent account of the goings-on over here appear to be a little […]

Like the notion of Posthumous Execution. It has only come to my attention whilst reading a little bit about the papacy and, in particular, in reference to the Cadaver Synod. It is also interesting to see that it was also the fate suffered by Oliver Cromwell in the 1660’s.

Wishing to satiate a craving for blueberries, I set off in my incandescent orange scooter vest in the direction of the supermarket. My cravings were instantly quelled upon seeing the price of blueberries - $7.94 a punnet! I later did the sums and that comes out at $52.93 a kilo. Now I […]

So I’ve been playing a fair bit of scrabble recently - in a moment of impulse and misplaced masculinity I rushed out to buy a board and challenged Storm to a little Scrabble tête-à-tête. We’ve developed quite the rivalry and occasionally invite Storm’s sister Casey in for a little three-way action down at the […]