Smell

My Uncle George knows his way around women. I've always envied him for that, but recently I'v had not many complaints myself. That's why I've been away for a few weeks - actually I'm pretty exhausted.
Anyway, Uncle George dropped by to enquire on my health (and toast to mine, on my whiskey, he sure knows when to show up). So I had a good look at his bright and shiny parts, and I must say, they're a bit smelley and look used.
No, Amanda can be quite happy that I've not told Uncle George about her.

Non, rien de rien

Merodema are so sweet sending me such a nice postcard.
I had a bit of a hangover when I got it. There was a huge party in the city and when I got down there, Holy Pond, I had my own oh-la-la.
So recovering now, I'm softly chanting Piaf.
But it seems only fair to reproduce the card on my blog here, so you can see for yourself that Merodema are good people, even when they are on their own for some time.

Shall I or shall I not

Merodema are off for a few days. They picked a fine destination, and I'm sure they will have a jolly good time.
I'm still not sure wether to do them the pleasure of my company.
I mean, it's has some satisfying prospects to be on your own, no-one to bother you, for a few days, ain't it?
And I've been there before, seen it all, although I must admit, there is a sound oh-la-la factor out there.
We'll see what happens.

Back into the cold

& friggin awful it was!

........................confused & fullfilled.................

... but goodbye it is ...

Oh boy

Read

Guess what, only when we had kissed, I found out that she had read my blog!
She had proof of it too, see pic.
That was kind of her. Kiss first and only then recognise that she knew me already.
I rewarded her with another one.

Followed

.... when she stepped down from the mistletoe I was hypnotised.
Simply, I had no option but to follow.
And once we got down... dear me.

She tastes as she looks!

Chamachamachamameleon

Oh, I àm a fan of Boy George. He was supposedly never heard of again since Culture Club, having to deal with too much scene, drugs & sex. But Merodema told me that he is now heavily, and succesfully, into the clubcircuit all over Europe. He was in Italy, on June 1st, 2006. I know that for sure. Saw the flyer.
Now I would not have mentioned that if it weren't for this really strange female that suddenly appeared to have hidden in the mistletoe. Luky me, that I was not standing under it. Who knows what might have happened. I do not like that kind of surprises! I feel relatively safe anyways, being on top. Tsss. It's a free mistletoeworld altogether, isn't it?! Right.

Protection

Did you know that mistletoe is used in Austria to prevent nightmares. And, that is very important, it's supposed to "open all locks". Well, at least that is what Frazer says in The Golden Bough. I never really believed the guy, though even I must humbly admit that some people still read him. But some people believe anything you tell 'm.
It also protects against evil magic, witchcraft. Now see me delve into this, wouldn't I be safe & sound for quite some time? Quark.

Glow

I know.

It's all vanity.

I love it.

I.

Warning

OK, I know.
They warned me.
They told me.
I listened. Really.
But I didn't think it would be that soon.
And so painful.
Duvel.
Take it easy.

Rich

Do not think that I don't like challenges. I do.

I like to be in the spotlight, new adventures and am a personal enemy of boredom. Not guts no glory, as the rednecks used to say. So I did what a man has to do.

And conquered!

I'm pretty rich, thank you very much. But I worked hard.

Collectors' Item

WOW! Gien & Martin provided me with a REAL collectors' item today.
I must admit, I could not help myself but to drink all.

Yeah, good for you. Make sure you get wonderful friendz like Gien & Martin yourself. Then, maybe, if you are good, you'll be in 7th heaven as I am now.

Thank you dear folk, I am grateful, very, very much.

Pillars

Now Merodema are having some time off, and -only then- they enjoy preparing luxurious dinners. They seemed to enjoy eating it too. They actually looked satisfied, that particular smile they usually only have when they spot me.
So I did some exploring myself, and spotted real Italian Nougat. It looked very tasty indeed, so I had myself a snapshot between the last pillars, before it all was flushed down with sweet desert-wine.