Zeitgeist and Apples

Please feel free to keep ordering coffees below, I just don't want coffee to stop me posting today....

SevitzDotParty.
SevitzDotBlimey.
SevitzDotJellyDotTeabitsDotHorny_aleDotStickers_on_breastsDotPeopleDotBeer.
DotHangover.

Handy, that format, ain't it?

Projectus Maximus

Okay, so wheels are grinding in the background as the cumbersome and slow moving writing machine that is my life retools for what promises to be quite an epic – ‘The Last Summer of the Millennium Project’, or hopefully something rather snappier that I’ll think of between now and May 17th.

Mark the date in your diary, and I’ll try to make it the start of something a little special.

Flicking back through the pages of the book, it brings a smile to my face to see the gaps – the things I left out that happened, mostly because I wanted to be able to show the book to other people on our return and not be embarrassed. The time when a lanky German guy came up to Gemma and I while we appreciated the gardens of a French stately home, turned to me and said ‘You are very pretty’...the intense one-night feast that the mosquitos of semi-rural Barcelona made of my left forearm, leaving a hideous bobbley mess for a good two weeks...what actually happened when I pulled in Spanish...the murky details of the night of the wedding in the Cretan hills...where the scar is from falling down the Morrocan manhole and, of course, exactly how it felt as a teenager to travel around Europe for ten weeks with a pretty girl, sharing beds and more or less every hour of every day and have absolutely nothing happen.

Now of course I bare much more than this on a daily basis, and I understand that the zeitgeist of those days is knitted into those moments.

This should be interesting.

Cutting The Crap

I’ve held off making this public knowledge for a while for certain reasons I won’t go into, but seeing as people have started asking (nosey buggers) and pretty much everyone else knew anyway, I think it’s time to let you know that I’m off to New York for a bit, as of next Thursday.

I’ll do my best to keep up the astral standard of blogging you’re becoming so readily accustomed to *coughcough* (excuse me) but I will also be doing my best to completely juice the Big Apple - which might pose a bit of an effort, so I’ll give you the lowdown upon my return if things drop a bit.

So a big big big big pre-emptive bundle of thanks and copious amounts of champagne, flowers and chocolates to the dazzling Krissa and magnificent Shiv for their offers of hospitality, tour guideyness and helping me avoid falling down manholes, as I am apparently wont to do.

So, from moaning about the weather, being muh and talking bollocks pretty much every day, The Autoblography will shortly be going more than a little cosmopolitan.

Don’t touch that dial.