We've playing Kings in the Corner. You know what that means, yelling and crowning of oneself. It's similar to calling president, except with cards. The ultimate prowess is in claiming both King and President en meme temps.
Yesterday I did photo time and went on my feet into the outside world. Then my feet froze solid and Geraud had to make his hands radiateurs and bring my feet alive again. It's colorful to have the feet as frozen limbs. You see the purple and blue of bruises start to emerge.
On our foot quest we found the brookvale ski centre. Long have we seen the signs for this mysterious place of downhill skiing and snowboarding. So we walk past a farm, a horse, and then pow the skiing centre. It's a hill, yes. It's snowless, yes. There are criss-cross patterned matts of slick mildew in place of snow. They are yellowed and glamorous. There is even a t-bar lift to reach the top of the hill. It's such an oddity slash it's next to a tiny steam train.
Audibly our walk brought out the sibling rivalry and its vocabulary heavy of fuck and shite and slag. Followed by the flight of a cell-phone.
Then what happened?
I ATE SO MUCH CHEESE!
We made photos happen from the slant window in kitchen. It appears to show a seen of indiscretion. I'll leave that up to you.
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I know what those guys are doing ;-) !!!
Allysin told me: "you know what? I want to go outside and take pictures of brit poeple so that to share with the rest of the world how miserable it is to live in this country." So I looked by the window and saw those 3 dudes sort of "hidding" really badly behind the little fence of their little garden/not-really-a-garden-thing and said: "Guess what? We don't even need to go anywhere! The chaveness attitude is all around" That makes me think about this movie, "love, actually", I mean, maybe in London... Here it would be something like "chav, actually", which is definitely more likely to happen. Well... That's what I think, and let's be franc, that's how it is anyway.
And afterwards, we went on our little foot tour. It was actually almost nice. Not too cold, some sun... It could have been so worse than that! But Allysin's got issues with her feet. I don't know what's going on and they will probably fall off sometime. That must be also really painful. I have cold feet myself, but I have to admit that not at this stage of cold feet, which seemed to be more something like "one-week dead body cold feet" style. That's impressive!
what is slag?
why does the ski center have the title as such?
does the sibling rivalry have to do with the picture ?
three questions for the prime minister. talk back in british if you can. i can't. but i say it in britisch accent.
love,
poule
a slag is a slut.
Brookvale Ski Centre is in Brookvale, Runcorn.
Sibling Rivalry was overheard not photographed. The pictures on top our from our walk. They are the scenery of a lovely Winter's Sunday in Runcorn.
The photographs below the text of the article of three sequence shots of Chavs engaging in illicit behaviour as prouved by the undercover photoraphic evidence.
And yes, My feet freeze. First they turn purple, violet almost, at which point there life remaining is questionable and pained.
Actually, the countryside pictures are to be enlarged a little bit so that to contemplate how dirty it is out there.
You know what guys? I was a bit ashamed of France when I was looking around and how people just throw things away like that without thinking at all of the consequences of this kind of acts. I was like... Damn it! There's dog poo all over the walkways, one little fuckin' full skip every 10km or so, so people just throw stuff around and it's shitty and really not nice. I went in Italy (north part, that's maybe why, but...) and it was clean, bright clean! No dog poo all over the place, no paper, no plastic bags, not even used gums stuck on tarmac! I was just amazed. I went in Ireland, and it was pretty much very ok in the streets at least. I went in Germany, no comment, they are germans (which is completely not pejorative, I swear!). And finally I end up in England... Well, there is crap everywhere even if there are skips to throw away all you want and in sufficient number, but it seems that the philosophy here is: "Come on... Who cares!?" Well, "fellows", I DO care! And this part of the world is a shit hole for sure!
Oh, and I would entitle this article: "There's shit in the corner!!!!!"
yeah i noticed it was filthy in the pictures. that's what happens when people are uneducated.
although, think about mardi gras time. people jete trash everywhere and then the big trucks gotta clean it up.
True and that is disgusting. But this is not occasional littering, this is everyday polluting. and there is no one to clean it up.
you could organize a company against littering. it's your big break! do they have non-profits in england?
i think i just sneezed my brains out.
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