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2 slices of heroism & a little slice of doggy heaven

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

American deli’s know the key to a sandwich lovers heart. Not only do they stack ‘em thick, and cut ‘em slick, but it’s all served on a bread roll they call the ‘hero”!! There’s no greater sandwich-related feeling than sinking your gnashers into a roll that’s more heroic than Superman doing charity work. And you can look at the food in your hand and tell it that it’s your hero without speaking symbolically. And what’s best of all is that I’ve saved half for my dinner!

And because great things congregate together, just a brief stroll from what may be the greatest deli on earth (appropriately named “Garden of Eden”) is a garden of a very different kind, one that may turn out to be one of my favourite places to hang out in New York: The doggy enclosure, where cute canines come to meet old pals, make new ones, run around breathlessly after balls, sniff other kinds of balls, and generally have a great time. One bitch was getting rather a lot of attention from some of the guys. She turned them all down though, perhaps preferring the regulars from another enclosure further uptown. You’ve gotta admire it when a chihuahua tries to shag a doberman. THAT takes balls! A rather dopey looking basset hound followed his leisurely crap on the ground by trying to shovel the dirt over his product, and missing it by at least 3 feet. A golden retriever stood on his back legs for a dance with his owner, before going back on all fours to be chased by a vigorous white dog of unknown breed.

And now after a brief subway ride, I’m back at my girlfriend Jane’s apartment in Brooklyn. And it’s sandwich time. Some of those dogs sniffed hopefully at my sandwich. But they’re gonna have to stick to pedigree chum. This baby’s all mine!

The squeak of death…

Wednesday, April 26th, 2006

I am sitting in a park in Brighton. I am minding my own business. I am reading the newspaper. The serious bits, not the sports. I can hear rustling in the bushes. I attribute it to the scurrying of small mammals. Then I hear a loud squeak. I turn to see something rolling down the slope towards me. At first I think it may be a mouse. It is not a mouse. It is a frog. I look up to where this frog’s short roll began. A squirrel is sitting there. I poke the frog with my foot. It does not move. It’s eyes are open. But it is dead. The squirrel has killed the frog. I wasn’t even aware they were in the same food chain. But I have heard the squeak of death.
I start to walk home. A cliche happens. A dog is barking furiously at a postman. Is it the red bag that sets them off? Who can tell..

Bloody limbs & my canine crisis of faith..

Friday, September 9th, 2005
It all started on Monday - the day I arrived here on Ko Phangan. We had gone to a bar near our bungelows to celebrate the birthday of a dude called Paul. A wonderful time was being had ... [Continue reading this entry]