Bloggers…
I’m off to Denmark.
Pickled herring, cheap pilsener, and Viking ruins all day long. Nothing cuter than a well-built boat, the girls apparently all look like my Travelling Companion with blonde hair, there are beaches along the Baltic, cheap smokes, essentially it sounds like a paradise with long, looming, languid twilights. I am staying in a farmhouse far outside of everywhere, with a grand piano and a harp, both of which I plan to bow.
This sort of thing could become a habit. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real holiday.
Do me a favour and watch the Internet while I’m gone?
You’re the best.
BA BA RA RA KOO KOO DA DA!
“Still not right, is it?”
“No, man… but I think we got a hit record!”