Reunion Island

Up earlyish again, pulling strings from weary eyes. Another day spent spinning fatty pasties to fatty tourists. Ice cream? You should try the chunky ginger being a chunky ginger yerself - go on, it'll make my day. Brain dead monotony, menial tasks. I'm smiling from simple self-realisation. You only own what you want to.

I'm of to Dublin for the weekend. The first Guinness since exile is soon to seduce the senses. Familiar flames to lick the insides.

..the glass to the outside world from this living room intimates a day wet and chill. Bring it.
Let's fill the shop with the mad electrics of Tinariwen, pull large triple-shot lattes for the base crew & begin the repetitious sampling of multiple clotted-cream based ice-creamations.

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