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Peacock travesty

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Had a bit of a play with this gypsy caravan. I like it better this way.

I don’t think the gypsies living in it were real gypsies, not that I’ve ever known any real gypsies, so I can’t say for sure. But they seemed more like some folks I knew back in the 70s, who somehow never managed to apply their ideals and world view to the world the rest of us that managed the application transition process ended up living in.

I wonder if this beast is the equivalent of driving a Lexus. Not that I know anyone that drives a Lexus, either… hmmm…

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18/01/2012 at 12:51 am

Carnie II

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Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything.

That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And her hair was blonde, fluttered in the breeze and glistened in the neon.

I stood there sucking on my cherry snow cone and hated her with the kind of envy only a teenage girl can muster.

Obviously, I still do. She better be fat and ugly now or the universe is gonna pay!

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06/12/2011 at 10:15 pm


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Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me… Sigh… it will always be the dream…

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05/12/2011 at 11:11 pm

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