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Strewth! Sad news if this is true…

Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin dead.

I’ve been up since 6 as I was getting eaten alive by mozzies sheltering from the thunderstorm and hungry for European blood. I’ve got bites on me bites and a packed day ahead. My Spanish definitely suffers when I’ve not slept so I hope I don’t sound too foreign at various meetings today. It’s tricky formulating the subjunctive and describing OSCommerce admin when you barely have enough coordination to make a coffee and scratch your elbow at the same time without burning your hand…

Here’s another video unearthed from YouTube on Saturday. It’s by Mexico’s veteran indie band, Café Tacuba from their Cuatro Caminos album which Monica gave me for Xmas a few years ago. Gorgeous song, and lovely video. Enjoy! *DJ Voice* This one’s dedicated to me missus out there in LaLaLandia, California. Team O… *End of DJ Voice*

Eres lo que mas quiero en este mundo, eso eres,
mi pensamiento mas profundo, también eres,
tan sólo dime lo que hago, aquí me tienes.

Eres cuando despierto lo primero, eso eres,
lo que a mi vida le hace falta si no vienes,
lo único, preciosa, que mi mente habita hoy.

Qué mas puedo decirte, tal vez puedo mentirte sin razón,
pero lo que hoy siento es que sin ti estoy muerto,
pues eres lo que mas quiero en este mundo, eso eres.

Eres el tiempo que comparto, eso eres,
lo que la gente promete cuando se quiere
mi salvación, mi esperanza y mi fe.

Soy el que quererte quiere como nadie soy,
el que te llevaría el sustento día a día, día a día,
el que por ti daría la vida, ese soy.

Aquí estoy a tu lado y espero aquí sentado hasta el final.
No te has imaginado lo que por ti he esperado
pues eres lo que yo amo en este mundo, eso eres,
cada minuto en lo que pienso, eso eres,
lo que más cuido en este mundo, eso eres.

In Blighty

Have I mentioned I’m in the UK…? Off to Bristol this evening, so far no one’s said they’re going to be there. Hope it doesn’t rain too much as I trudge from door to door. Cadbury Arms around 7ish if anyone’s reading…

Cesar- Can’t find any curry powder, but I got some Madras sauce stuff. Should do the trick.
And just to show it doesn’t always rain…

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Sabado gigante

Quite a late one last night and hence a late morning too. After watching streaming episodes of News Radio (90s Phil Harman US Sitcom) on WinAmp for a bit and copying my favourite tracks from DJ Randall’s 80s mp3 CD I headed off to downtown to pick up some DVDs, I got Crash (The oscar one, not the JG Ballard adaptation), Bandidas (Salma Hayek and P. Cruz are cowgirls), Firewall (Harrison Ford pushing his acting skills to the limit again) and Final Destination 3 (which I watched this afternoon (3 Lulus)). I ambled over to the park had a banana milkshake in the shade, then got the wrong bus, then got the right bus.

I didn’t see Sita till late in the afternoon cos she’d been off on a tequila tasting (called a Cata) followed by jewellry shopping (the cheap stuff). She swears she didn’t swallow a drop though, and spat it all out in an expert stylee. And who am I to question her? By all accounts it’s a fascinating process, shame she’ll not guest write for this blog. You’ll just have to wait for the dissertation in X years time… This evening we had a head-to-head sudoku contest. Sita won all three (the first on a technicality mind). Did I mention I won the Scrabble yesterday, though, in Chop?

Right now it’s 10:25pm and Fernando just rang to see if I’m coming to this gig or not. I’m tempted but still a little groggy. I’m going to toss a coin in a minute and see where that takes me. Sita’s already decided she’s not going anywhere… But I’m buggered if this saturday evening is going on the record as sudoko, watering the lawn, and cauliflower soup…

I miss decent adverts…

Mixup of the original.

In other news, I just opened the door to Sita’s office and was attacked by something that looked for all the world like some kind of crazed diurnal bat. I armed myself with my camera and went to investigate upstairs where it had fled…

Just a moth. A huge bloody great moth. Brooding on the window with murder on its mind. With big mothy mandibles. It’s still there… I’m sleeping downstairs tonight.

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