Apparently it takes more than just rolling all your clothes into tight balls and stuffing them into corners. While researching a shoot I came across this book called 'Gentleman' by Bernhard Roetzel. It tells you all sorts of irrelevant, foppish things. How to choose a hat. What to wear while out shooting ducks. (Tweed or Houndstooth). Where to get an umbrella. A Dandy Bible. There was also this bit about packing a suitcase which I think deserves to be recorded for future generations. You're welcome.
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I like your blog good son. Have been meaning to check it out for some time, finally got around to it. I've never been able to pack a suitcase and I don't even try. I pull the suitcase over a sausage shaped mass of clothes much like a porn star reluctantly pulling a condom over his giant schlong (now there's a simile you can take to bed). About cricket, the less said the better. I loathe Tendulkar with a passion. Yeah, he has talent but he's a mealy-mouthed ass-kissing little shit, a Gunga Din and a house slave who's more inclined to fellate the Man than rip his nuts off. I will never forgive him for skulking around like a prison bitch while Allan Donald cursed out Dravid during that final in South Africa back in the nineties was it? The T20 team in South Africa was refreshing, intimations of genuine pride and aggression. But, no surprise, they're getting skull-fucked by Australia now that the 'seniors' are back on the team. Tendulkar is now officially the sporting equivalent of the bubonic plague, loathesome on many levels. The British fucked us over in innumerable ways but cricket was and is the ultimate insult, the Queen (Bitch's) English being a close second. I can hear Macaulay laughing his flabby white ass off in Hell. Now that I've vented some spleen I'll go see what you've said about the Transformers. I used to watch the cartoon on Saturday mornings back in the States. It was crap, a commercial masquerading as animation art. Speaking of cartoons, Anil tells me you're really good at drawing them. Do you think you could send me a sample? Bye for now.
Bubba... thank you for the kind words. Tendulkar is boring, greedy, nutless fuck. I could go on but what's the point? I've stopped watching cricket altogether. Sick of the fucking game. There aren't any charismatic characters in the game anymore. The cartoons Anil refers to were probably lewd drawings we used to make on our history text books. I remember we had this one chapter on Indian history which had a large black & white photograph of Nehru and Gandhi looking at each other. We captioned that 'Sexual tension between Gandhi and Nehru reaches breaking point' or something to that effect. Anil nearly shit himself laughing in the middle of class. He was easily entertained, that one.
Well, I would've laughed myself silly at the Gandhi Nehru thing too I'm afraid. Nehru was, of course, banging Mountbatten's wife even as Mountbatten battened on sectarian strife while mounting Jinnah. But you're right about Anil. He's easily entertained, especially when I show up in my hubcap brassiere and fishnet stockings.
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