let them leave language to their lonely betters,
who count some days and long for certain letters

have i spoken of the heat?

or of my memories of darkness, when the cool set in and the orange streetlamps glowered? of riding in cars with my favourite boys, staring out windows watching the world pass by in a blur? of air-conditioning and the lazy twirling fans, watching dvds till the early morning, stumbing home as the sky turned light? or of sitting by the poolside, watching them throw each other into the cool blue water, deflecting questions? of eating laksa in the shade, and wanton mee and roast duck rice? accompanied, as always, by teh-peng?

have i spoken of the heart? and how i miss all of you? have i spoken of the heat, that reminds me of certain places and certain faces?

we, too, make noises when we laugh or weep,
words are for those with promises to keep.

first up, i’ve graduated from university. the ceremony was alright, the director of the school gave a cool speech, but the peacock theatre was too damn hot. i managed to keep the gown on, and walk off the stage without tripping over my gown or the stairs.

so, hurray to me. send me my graduation congratulations and presents now, y’all.

apart from that, i have had a hell of a holiday (in both the positive and negative sense). let’s just say that spending 10 days in almost 10 different places and beds is NOT ideal. from now on, i am refusing to spend less than 2 nights in any one place whilst on holiday.

but still, wales was cool. brecon beacons, the pembrokeshire coast, the great orme and snowdonia. ireland was all green and guinness, cork, limerick and dublin. i am now on the hunt for a recipe for cawl.

before all this, there was scotland, on an island called islay where we spent a week in isolated drunken merrriment. what did you expect, living in a converted church between two of the most famous scotch whisky distilleries? there was also oysters at 50p a pop, lots of technicolour seaweed, and just too many sheep.

right-o. that’s all i can get in now as my bum is starting to melt into my chair. iced lemon tea is calling.

ok dudes (and dudettes, i’m all for gender equality here), it’s been a while i know.

but it’s been hot hot hot.

and have you tried going on holiday with your parent(s) and realising that your parent(s) are such bad holiday-mates that you swear never ever to go on holiday with him/her/them again?

anyway, now that i’m going to be sleeping in the same bed for more than a week, and have non-stop broadband availability, i’ll probably try and fill you in on the stuff that’s gone on between whenever it was and right about now or later.

because at this very very right this minute now moment i’m going to take a long cold bath, and pretend that i’m actually in a swimming pool with a poolside bar and cabana boys in tangerine speedos.