It's all good

Fancy dress. Humphrey Bogart. Empathy and literary friends.

A remarkably quick recovery from a charmingly messy evening.

Sunshine.

Andrew Denton's God On My Side. Remarkable hair. Lucid lunatics. Scripture-spouting puppets. The Rapture Index. End times.

A walk through the park. Teenage girls dancing on the lawn beneath the elm trees before collapsing in a giggling heap. The distant drone of an aeroplane.

A lazy Sunday afternoon.

What's not to like about weekends?

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sounds like heaven......
31/10/06 00:09
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