My dear friend Mondale and his family (pictured above) are departing the United States for a new life in the wilds of eastern England tomorrow. It will be a harrowing, arduous 7 hour flight (with movie and meals) followed by a bit of a drive at the other end, but the price of a life of freedom, smaller houses, and access to Subbuteo is worth every metaphorical penny.
The life of a reimmigrant to the UK is hard- one runs the risk of being labelled an asylum seeker, of being firebombed from one's home, and of being hopelessly behind in the plot of Eastenders- but I know Mondale et al will thrive. As the man himself says,
"Tomorrow we fly to England. Forever."
I expect to see them back on vacation, July 2008, forever being a relative term.
Fare thee well, old chum!
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Strains of Shane MacGowen are ringing in my head ....
The image of Shane McGowan straining now haunts my day.
I can imagine him doing anything but straining ... or at least, his liver straining.
For some reason, your Fugazi comment didn't take when I (thought I) published it. I might fudge what I recalled you saying/typing back in, in a quasi-anonymous kinda way. Respecting all rights reserved by you, et cetera, et cetera.
Be haunted: dont click me.
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