pour le bumbler particularment, but you can all fucking suffer my blurb.
rothko and rauschenberg at the smoma....particularly rothko...believe the hype.....sounds wanky but seeing it close up does summit to you....didn't leave my head the whole round.
the castro in san fransisco...gays a plenty sure...but as the moustachioed oap in leather chaps said to me on the tram....'it's the paris of america' and i'm not inclined to disagree......the castro theatre is the most beautiful cinema ill ever watch a film in....and one of the most beautiful things ill ever see....ever. proper jaw dropper.
a pics: (not my pics, off google)
city lights bookshop and the vesuvio bar/cafe opposite...all the beats and that.....jack caramac. pretty good stuff....pretty good.
usual holiday picture tales........sun setting on the california coast....waking up to a vast pine forest....horses gliding along the beach as we swishd our toes.....clam chowder meals in bowls made of bread. tasty. .........fittie yank birds pulling up their tops, hanging out their car all along a traffic jam in santa cruz. tasty.
and all sort of goodies......a real swell time so far. all well.
haven't swept a yank bird off her constitution spouting toes yet...but surely it's only a matter of time.
i'm picturing a rendevous with a single parent croupier in vegas...i'll save that bitch.....i'll be her english knight for a night.
liam, louie, et al. kiss kiss. speak soon.