sunny day, same picture

Ok that was a little bit too much yesterday, I apologise. I think the fact that the office hasn’t started the air conditioning nor has it invested in any windows (probably due to the intense blanket of pollution that hangs over the city). I do love everyone really, and perhaps there is an underlying anger in me that is waiting to erupt, a boiling point that has taken years to simmer. Thousands of moments of being shoved around in the tube, having to wait for the inevitable signal failure, of having to pay 5 pounds for a box of lettuce and mayo, of having to wait for people to turn up only 40 minutes late and not even apologise for their lack of respect….
Ok breeeeeeeeathe in!

Maybe life in London would be less stressful if, yes wait for it, if we had a beach. London should be surrounded like a moat, by a beach. It should not be open to children below 18 years old and those above 60 (for fear of them showing more than they need to). This might border on discrimination, maybe it is, but in the long term it will benefit all of us. Imagine on a hot day like the one we had yesterday of 25 degrees, imagine we could take an overland train or drive to the nearest point.

Unfortunatly im living a dream. A dream where I can wawlk out, put on the white silk shirt over my tanned chest and get the beige khakis out with brown sandals and step out onto the warm sand. The gentle clapping of waves caressing the shore and my straw hat filtering out the suns strong glare. Oh yes.

In the distance, Theres the smell of burning meat with cooking oil. The soun of chilled out ska in the background and the beckoning call of women in their bikinis drinking and succumbing to the magic of the beach. Yes this is the life. Im gona lie down for a while and let the sun massage me from top to bottom and let the earth take me into her belly.

There is no other way to go to this beach unless you close your eyes. Its hard to describe something that you might never have been to. There is no other way to describe the beauty of a girl in a bikini sipping a beer and dancing by herself in her own trance , to the sound of the waves, unless you’ve seen that. I wish I could feel the warmth of the sand and taste the hot humid air around me. I wish I could escape into the ocean and let the waves carry me across a gentle path to bliss.

This is good enough for the time being though.
Who wants to cycle cuba next year?