ok, Im in Mexico. But my luggage isnt. Looks like it'll be Ponchos and Somberos from now on. A Gringo Charro.
A tleast I arrived with my head on my shoulders and without any damaged organs. You know what I mean. 25 hours of traveling, 4 airports, 1 missed flight, 1 lost bag and endless plane food all managed to fuck with my head by the time I hit the sac in Pousada Maura.

Ahh, but its only Vida Guerra, aka, 'the ass'. errmm, enough said, watch this FHM photoshot and you will see what i mean.
Vida Guerra

Kev is very funny. Witty too, He really could do comedy on stage. I'm adding the latest dub from the man, none too politicaly.

My name in Adebayo Omofade, and I am the special friend of Nigeria Jones.Now!, Mrs Tobias, from opposite,but one, claims to be as white as a sheet.But!, i saw her pegging out washing last Thursday, and I was shocked to discover that she was a bit yellow around the edges!.A bit yellow around the edges,no less!.Now, while I have nothing against half chinks, and it ordinarily wouldn't bother me, I had recently returned from a world tour of Sweden.Being the cultured young African that I am, I couldn't help but notice the creaminess of the talent while on my travels, and couldn't help but compare this, with the spectacle I beheld, while perching on a nine foot ladder, while trying to negotiate, the bramble bushes located around Mrs Tobias's garden, and keeping the binoculars steady at the same time.

Anyway back to the issue at hand!Well!, after my erection had significantly subsided, not wishing to boast, but I am gifted in that area, not a lot of people know that, well apart from the local prossies, and who cares what those White Wog's think. Now!,on returning to my illegal abode, I was straight on to the blower, and managed to contact a relative of mine who just happens to be the local councillor, my brother and fuck buddy, no less, A, Adegoke Omofade (Omosexual to his friends). Well, the authorities, were there post haste, Post bloody haste, and Mrs Tobias was on the next banana boat out of here. Now, I ask you, what is a women like Mrs Tobias doing, minding her own business, paying her taxes and working her fingers to the bone. Not, in free loader Britain, not next door to Adebayo!, No missus, Now!, not a lot of people know that.

Adding them for my own amusement, not that anyone reads this bleeding log, waste of f**ing time really. ohh well Mexico in 8 days, should have some interesting shit to post and make it look a bit more like a TRAVEL BLOG rather than a nonsense talk blog.
work going well, motivation lacking, seeing that boss away and it all quietened down and the cool fact that this is my last week at work. Need to make the most of it.

Especially if you black, poor and stuck after a Hurricaine called 'Katerina' just hit

You wanna see the Presidents email? well click here and check out what Bushs hotmail is like!

Just check out this lil dude toke some smoke............

is this for real? how can this kid like it? sure would like to chill with this lil man and a bag of green

Hey, heres a another dub from dub master general, harris walsh-

ohhh!! i want to take you to 'The Admiral Duncan', with Gordon John going ape shit on the decks, dressed as a couple of dandy highway men, with nipple clamps worn under our tight white vests, complete with sexy handlebar moustaches, beige Y-fronts with brown pipeing. Then back to mine, with a large bottle of babycham and a foot long cucumber just in time to catch, 'The fat boy dubbs' on sadd boy FM. Then its south of the border....

shit, me and 'w' need a radio station.

Me and Gareth drank a bottle of 'The Famous Grouse' at the anti-war rally yesterday. The drunkeness just creeps up on you. The whiskey goes down so smothly and theres not all the pissing that beer involves. We paid £14.50 for the bottle and 69 pence for a bottle of coke. That combo is enough to get you pissed, and cheaply too. Before we were buying a jug of beer for £10 in a pub which had equvalent to 2 pints each. Rip off.
There was a peaces/anti war rally to in Hyde park with loads of stands selling literature etc.
Muppet man wasnt there because he was taking 4 Lobsters on holiday to Czech rep. Can't wait to speak to him again. He packed 4 live Lobsters in his backpack to take as a Birthday present for his father. Sorrry, but I cant see a happy ending for this. Either the aiport people discovered them, which they probably didnt because they were in his main luggage or when he opened his backpack in Czech the creatures have kicked the bucket.
I bought one of those posters of 'Bush is a terrorist' yesterday too.
wE spent most of the afternoon a reasonable distance from the stage calling a bunch of people in Cardiff and as always when drunk, Charlie boy in Pakistan on his mobile. When you get drunk you tend to do certain things. For Roger, its calling Pakistan, talking really loudly with a sense of urgency and getting rowdy. I dunno how i get but horny is a suitable adjective ( is it an adjective?) to discribe myself. I even had a pop at a Romanian Gypsy girl selling 'The Big' issue.
Gypsy approches and flashs 'The Big Issue' in my face.
I smile and confidently flash back 11 pence, the only money I have on me.
'Where you from?'
'Romania'
how you doing.....
she walked off. It was a half hearted attempt and we lingered around scoping the Gypsies movements. Dont ask why. I must be taken in by the romantic Gyspy image. ha
I dont remember arriving in Leicester sq. But we did.
We promtly found a outside table and got tucked into the pizza buffet. Also gt talking to 3 Greeks about the usual thing. Feta, Musaka, Nodis. The few basic things i know about Greece. Roger was on top form. He did his best to talk clearly and slowly. And he repeated 'do you understand' every other syllable. They must have thought, ' what a bunch of drunk twats'.
About 9ish we called it a day without making it to a bar. A bottle was enough and we left.
Today i keep having a taste of Whiskey at the back of my throat. No hangover but just tired which sucks cos i'm doing another 9-8 at work tomrw. shit.
other news?
not really. got my tickets come through and currency too and booked a hostel for 4 days in Guadalajara for £5 a night. not bad man. i like traveling on the cheap. Always fun to see how cheap you can go without compromising your life.

2 more weeks working at the college. must say it has gone quickly but have had many laughs. They are a great bunch. September was worn me down to the bone but thats what its about i guess. Met a load of mental students working there, many hot chicks have been in and out too.
One geezer, this massive boy of about 16 who looks like a mini Mike Tyson assulted a bus lady. They have a lady on the buses checking the runts for tickets etc trying to keep the studnts in line. This gorilla basically pinned her down to the floor by her neck. Not on really. Esp to a female. dam. I'd prescribe electric shock therapy to such a hulk.
Anyway he came in with his application form for a bus pass. I recogmised his ugly mug and alerted manager who got the director of student services in who in turn kicked the beast out. Apparently he was suspended from college already. we only started th new term 10 days ago. holy shit. I was rightly kept in the backroom til the monster was haulded out. Ok i could have a go at the beast if i had too in self defence but i'm not fucking things up just before i go to Mexico.
i'll be leaving work on oct 7th. my work mates want me to come back on the 11th for frewell in the locl pub. am a bit scared about what will happen to me. they are nuts.
anyway, its been a lovely sunny day. weekend went too fast, cant believe work is tommrw. mustering up the motivation is difficult at this stage. need a break, need some fun in the sun

Ok, heres a copy paste of an email which sums up the weekend. Its a bit messy and grammatical shit. enjoy

hehe, funny tale fredy, still on top form when it comes to fuck ups.

speaking of fucking up, me, roger -who seems to be absent from these 'group' emails- and muppet man tried to call your sorry excuse for a human being while polishing off a bottle of whiskey yesterday. anyway we left a little greeting for you on the answer machine. plenty of totty about the place yesterday. i'm just starting to feel a little agitated by the lack of humping action considering the talent around.

we went to west hampstead to the czech pub and watched slovakia beat the kruats. i was quite off my trolley by the end of it all and found the fact that czech rep lost to romania quite funny. not a good idea seeing that i was in a czech pub. anyway, off i went. as i was on my merry way home i passed some teeenagers and feeling horny went over for a 'chat'. 3 guys, 3 girls about 16, ohh i hear fredy muttering something like ' deja-vu chuky?' under his breath. anyway after drinking their plastic bottle of vodka mixed with orange i departed but not after gropping the chicks a few times, not to the amusment of their twat boyfriends. i asked one of the girls for an arm wrestle after complimenting her boyfriend on how a 16 year old can be more built than the chukster. any excuse to get the physical contact going. she was up for a bit of rumpy pumy if you know what i mean. but like the fredster i guess brewers droop would have let me down before her boyfriend interviened.

anyway, the fact that im 24 carried me through in perverse manner without any hick ups or black eyes. i departed in the opposite direction to where my house was in the fear that they would follow me home.

that was my weekend. how was yours? weekend is over soooo quick. hope u all fine. nice speaking to u larry. i could barely hear you but im sure you whispered sweet nothings to me. errr, fredd, drama school old boy!! good one. tell us more about that, sounds interesting. a meeting sometime soon?

alright, laters fuckers

chuky fucky

God

New orleans is under water and people have been stranded in the city for 5 days now. Th US government apparently has too many troops in Iraq to be able to send sufficient numbers to Louisiana to help out. People gotta eat and drink and they are taking to the stores. Some are helping themselves to a bit more than groceries. The whole episode is shocking. Huricane Katrina has sunk a major US city and spat in the face of a not very environmentaly friendly G W Bush and many innocent people. The city wasn't well prepared. It defenses were not looked after. The war on terrior took first prioity. Other communities got battered. Mississippi got shook too. The waters have disappered. But the waters covering 80% of New Orleans havn't. The pumping system doesn't exist anymore to ride the city of the contaminated water.

5 days and people are still stranded in the stadium. Its a terrible week for the people living at the edges of Lake Pontchartrain.

Also in the news, a scientist reckons that BSE was transfered to cows because of the river Ganges. See, the Indians like to do everything in this river, from bath, wash, shit and bury their dead. India exports animal feed to the UK. This feed is made from plenty of crap. In it are animal bones, asses, eyes and they reckon human bones recovered from the Ganges. This is how it got transfered to the cow. Crazy shit ehhh?

Ok, what else is new. I was in Cardiff last weekend. Was good. Took the train up but was delayed after someone decided to top themselves at Acton tube station.
Kyrkausuraus rex also ventured out and back to the Welsh Capital.
So me, W, Press and Fergal were back sitting in a Pub for the first time since Spring '04. We made a pit stop visit to Fergs were the mess was hurried into Fergs bedroom and out again before anyone knew he was there. Stresshead then marched us off to town, I think to Edwards first. Press went off somewhere. We had to check in at the Kings X to see if Gordon John was playing. To our amusement he is due in London on a gig in a week. Hehe. GORDON JOHN!!!
We made for Press who was busking. He gave us a far from excellent rendition of ' Seaseme Street' and 'Baywatch'. The W daashed off for the train to my disappointment -something to do with Fergs not wanting to bring back a bunch of circus feaks to the house, i guess, though Theresa seems chilled and Rob might already be so far up his own backside to give a dam how weird Fergals friends are. Anyway, the guys were kind enough to let me a K stay. We went to the Yard. It is simply wonderful. Like a contenential arena. Outdoor drinking. Very pleasant.

Here the rex and Das PVC Mitch on the way to Mitch crib.

Fergal likes to bring a copy of Saturdays, or anydays, Guardian out drinking. I'm not the only one that found that amusing. Some tart picked up on Kyrkos reading and asked why he was reading the paper. WEll, why not? Is there some ritual that you have to adehere to when you go out. I suppose if your a Victoia beckham type like this slapper there is. She asked for the stars. Enough said.

Next stop either, Moloko or somewere else. Can't remember where we had planned because by now I was well topped up. I remember hitting the dance floor immeditely and grabbing two adventureous dancing girls. Very soon after one jumped on me. After a long game of tonsel tennis and dirty dancing I was left to my own devises. I had run out of steam. Kyrkos had ventured off long ago for a platter or kebab or something.
Next time we saw him me, Fergal, Theresa and Rob were in the living room when this dude walks in asking ' why did you leave without me?' He was quickly manuvered up to the attic room that Press has taken over. Still bewildered I explained kyrkos to the people who actually live in the house.
I slept on Fergals wooden floors that night and actually slept quite well.
We ate a Super Breakfast at Ramones and Acid man took us to the bay after nearly killing us while checking the hot tottie walking the Welsh streets.
There was a French market and some amusements for the Bank holiday Monday weekend. Also a theatrical play outside featuring some fit women. We walked and walked. Then we walked and walked. Like always we couldn't get our act togeter and settle down for a tea or beer somewhere. Fergal then met his bro and we spent a few hours deciding on where to dine. We opted for the Tunsian buffet, with sisha for desert. Jasmine flavour. We were chilled. Though I suspected that Greg was hungry for more than the chicken on the menu. He wanted proper raw meat. That guy is a legend. The smile must have something to do with his legiondary conquests. I have afterall been complemented on smiling alot. Once in Lake George by a Romainian student dentist who later gave me a dental check with her tounge and at my current job.

Michael Moore doing a dancing game.

Anyway. I really couldn't be assed dancing and neither could Rick. The other 2 were up for some night action. We had a peak in at 'Journeys' which had a fucky alertnative band playing which Greg hated because it was too chilled out. Not enough slappers. He was a cowboy looking for a meat market. Somehow, don't ask me how but we decided to venture to the rougher parts of Cardiff looking for working girls. Just because we didn't want to go home yet and becuase we were too lazy for disco dancing. Won't go into details but me and Press got asked if we were 'looking for business' by one gross whore who said we could get our sausage greased up behind the factories. Nothing did happen. Too dodgy? On the way home Greg and Rick went into Abigals and were told that £60 would get you your leg over for 40 minutes. I was just happy to o to sleep on Fergs living room floor. Greg while trying so hard to sleep suddenly anounced that he was driving home to Bridgend a good 40 minute away at 3.am. The lure of Abilgales.......... What was I missing.

Mitch bought a triffle in the Cardiff bay tesco and ate it with his fingers. Some girl saw it and said something. Mitch the casanova that he is replyed by saying that he could eat it off her ass.
Monday was our final day. I felt a bit sad knowing that I may not see these guys for sometime. Also leaving them in uncertain times, esp Ferg after his recent woman issues.
Shame I didn't see the W for longer. His little dubs entertain me no end. Heres one that he sent on Monday by txt-

My name is Tobago Philips and I am a greengrocer.

NOW! Mrs jones from opposite but one claims to be deficient in a number of vitamins. So! Out of the goodness of my heart, I decided to slip her a couple of Oranges on a weekly basis. A couple of Oranges no less!
Now, our arrangement was going well, until last Saturday when on my way home after a night out on the sauce, I found myself peering in at Mrs Jones bedroom window. The fact that her bedroom is on the second floor is neither here nor there. To my great horror I saw her rodgering herself with a foot long banana! With a foot long bloody Banana!NOW! Two things sprung to mind before I wa carted off by the constabulary. Where did she get a Banana that big and how can you trust a woman like that.

Classice kev!! Keep them up!

Some guy in a wicked hat in the play

Baila, Baila, Hugo Chavez is alive and fighting the bastards.

I have been following Hugos Presidency since he was elected 7 odd year ago. Hes a socialist, no doubting that. Hes a champion of the poor, kicked aside by the ruling minority who arrived on the Venezulen shores hundreds of years ago from Spain.
Sorry but when it comes to Latin America, I am firmly with the revolutionarys.

Chavez has forged links with other left leaning Latino countries making deals on oil to help to neediest.

The USA in typical bullish fashion have dismissed this hero. Nothing unusual there. We know about the states love of attacking other countries to better themselves.
Most Latin American countries have been violated by the states.

For example-
Puerto Rico. 1950- Independence rebellion crushed
Cuba. 1961-Exile invasion fails
Cuba.1962- Nuclear threat
Panama.1964- Panamanians shot for urging canals return
Dom Rep. 1966- Marines land during election campaign
Chile.1974- CIA oust elected marxist president
El Salvador. 1981-92- Anti-rebel war
and so the list continues not just for other latino countries but round the world.

So this nazi by the name of Pat Robertson and the disguise of a good christian says Chavez should be knocked of.
Chavez responded by saying that he may offer oil at reduced rates to the poor of the United states. I quite liked that gusture.

Chavez came back from an attempted coup a few years back, rummered to be backed by the Norte Americanos. He won a recall-referendum and survived the oil refineriy closure.
He is a champion of the underdog. He still stands

Read all about it>>>>
Chávez taunts US with oil offer

Two fingers to America

Isn't he lovely. Come out Kyrkos. We won't hurt you.

This is Greekos or you can also call him, Kyrkosaruas rex, Bungle, Jack Black, The Mess..........
Hes my mate from Salonki in Greece. We met in Glamorgan in the halls of resisdence. He was friends with one of the Greeks living in our halls. He came, he took the remote and he was unmovable when 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' was on.
I have had many adventures with him. Currently finishing off his Masters and pondering the future, we will hopefully catch up next weekend in Cardiff.
You're a legend K. Keep on doing what your doing!!
Peace brother

P.s. What did you have for lunch?