Raul's Dream
Wednesday.
As it's still heatless chez Bogs and Mrs Bogs has escaped South for the day, I thought we'd start with another bright and sunny snap today. The picture arrived in my inbox last night.
Luckily Merl's new hat somehow found its way into the picture to partially obscure the identity of the young "Bogger" letting it all hang out at Glastonbury this year. Nice boots though.
I need a new pair myself - Spanish leather appeals. I saw a nice pair in Barcelona last time I was there and the boots were interesting too.
I think you can tell a lot about a guy from the boots he wears. These look like they should belong to a real quiet sort of guy. The kind of guy who drives up to a bar in a road-roller or ties his rhino to the hitching rail and pops in for a spot of line dancing - freeway line dancing.
California Comes To Bogsville
Discussing the recent election and Fallujah with Merl when an East Coast accent interrupts us. Yes I know California is West Coast - that's just where the guy's working out of - not where his roots are. Joe's currently on a secret mission to do with planes - in Bogsville? There's only one company in Bogsville that deals with planes. The guy voted for Bush but otherwise seemed normal - two arms , two legs, fancied gurlz. He says he'll be back in Spring. Merl slipped him a card.
You may have noticed that there's nothing here about Raul's dream. Ok so you've missed it twice now.
In fact there's nothing about Raul because he missed out on the meeting with Joe - if that's his name. He could be a C.I.A. agent sent to check on the townsfolk of Bogsville. He did mention guns in fanny bags. Jeez - life gets more complicated by the minute.
As it's still heatless chez Bogs and Mrs Bogs has escaped South for the day, I thought we'd start with another bright and sunny snap today. The picture arrived in my inbox last night.
Luckily Merl's new hat somehow found its way into the picture to partially obscure the identity of the young "Bogger" letting it all hang out at Glastonbury this year. Nice boots though.
I need a new pair myself - Spanish leather appeals. I saw a nice pair in Barcelona last time I was there and the boots were interesting too.
I think you can tell a lot about a guy from the boots he wears. These look like they should belong to a real quiet sort of guy. The kind of guy who drives up to a bar in a road-roller or ties his rhino to the hitching rail and pops in for a spot of line dancing - freeway line dancing.
California Comes To Bogsville
Discussing the recent election and Fallujah with Merl when an East Coast accent interrupts us. Yes I know California is West Coast - that's just where the guy's working out of - not where his roots are. Joe's currently on a secret mission to do with planes - in Bogsville? There's only one company in Bogsville that deals with planes. The guy voted for Bush but otherwise seemed normal - two arms , two legs, fancied gurlz. He says he'll be back in Spring. Merl slipped him a card.
You may have noticed that there's nothing here about Raul's dream. Ok so you've missed it twice now.
In fact there's nothing about Raul because he missed out on the meeting with Joe - if that's his name. He could be a C.I.A. agent sent to check on the townsfolk of Bogsville. He did mention guns in fanny bags. Jeez - life gets more complicated by the minute.
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