Monday, 15 March 2010

Pensamiento Profundo

There comes a time in every man's life when he realises he can no longer hold his hand to his heart and swear he has never consumed the sexual organs of a bull.

Not that I know I have, but...

Also, I met a Belgian girl last night who insisted I try some kind of "local delicacy" that proved to be nothing more that nuts that tasted distinctly of Marmite. It's nothing but curve-balls in this country.

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