now on sands

was plodding through salt polythene bags sea shells urchins and the rich russian chick's rottweiler's poo. it was a lovely day to stare at the sand.

the sand has stories. shoe sizes and smoked ciggies. and the occasional sleeping dog to stumble over.

i am dundee.


itch in my shoe. it's that time of the year again. and there are so many many chains. woe.

femme sax

between sambhar lessons i squeezed in my sax for dummies hardbacks. it takes some getting used to. i can tell my sa from my ni now. just like i can tell good asafoetida from bad asafoetida. and idiots like you behind the camera will always dig the novelty of a sari clad woman blowing the sax carnatic ishtyle.

but as with the rest of the dreary world, i too need to find support for my head. and worry about rin soap and the children's homework and the maid who's been shirking. after this barnumesque show, i too need to return to colour television.

rich biatch

sadly, they knocked off the pic...

tawdry overdrive

i have no car
the road tax is too damn high
i dont want no big mercedes
even a small ta-pow will also do
but i have no car

oui why you so like that aah?
here the lion god
give you one fulltoo car
in red blue yellow magenta pink sepia sepulchura
it even has tyres

on a good day
my fulltoo car moves on engine power
no pushing shoving spluttering engine oil leaking
chinese music playing
shuang shuang yan


here is my air horn ok please
echoing through hills and valleys
creating public nuisance
my fulltoo car will run over tamil goats
and you too.

happy birthday yo! A/C no hand signal.