Summer Nights

A half-moon lit night. Bright lights illuminating the countryside. The grumble of antilag, the whine of a turbocharger, and the roar of the engine as a guy backs six gears going up a straight. Even the centipedes were out for the occasion. Rally Club Summer Nights rallysprints . . . brilliant!

And, of course, Paul Bourne won. Subaru poweeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr!

"The Eagle has Landed"

I've finally made it back to this 'island in the sun' after a rather successful outing to Antigua. Now that is one beautiful island, and if you haven't been, I suggest you visit. Just watch out for the sea urchins - those spawns of Satans. Yes, I am bitter seeing as I managed to loss-way my foot in one coming back to shore one day. It hurt a hell of a lot, and then a friend of mine reason that he heard peeing on the wounds brings out the spines. Not fuh bad word. Candlewax please.

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My akita died last week. It seems she developed some sort of nervous ailment while I was out of the island that was her undoing. Here's to you, Cody.

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I've realised how much of Barbadian histroy and civics I've forgotten since Primary school. I think I'm going to take a trip to the library and catch up. Thinking about inviting the Dumpling, but then again, with her current book pile I might have to ban her for a year.

Decisions, decisions...