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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