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And I'm Wearing Sunglasses

And I'm Wearing Sunglasses

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Published by Philip Finlay-Bryan
Nostalgia in 2009. I am a young man again and I am still wearing sunglasses
Nostalgia in 2009. I am a young man again and I am still wearing sunglasses

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Published by: Philip Finlay-Bryan on Dec 27, 2009
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com It all began in June 2009, there was an upgrade, It ended in December 2009 β~∆ [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C89ZL6wjwM&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x 006699&color2=0x54abd6&hd=1&border=1] ∆~ [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4g8HzmOE8g&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x0 06699&color2=0x54abd6&hd=1&border=1] Bye 4 Eva .........................................................................................................bye The Story of My Life and welcome to it. Flat Fact: Have to share this. Its about skiing. I haven't been skiing for ages. I was 21 my girlfriend was 20, Hiya Jill Billard, still luvya. We were engaged and had been saving, in our bottom draw. I said to Jill, "I know, lets go skiing with our bottom drawer money!". It took a while. But I talked her round. The idea of 10 days in a beautiful hotel, in the snow, the mountains, a double room, A DOUBLE BED...well she couldn't say no. It cost a fortune, we bought all our own gear, only hired boots and skis. We went to five travel agents, not one would give us a double room. we weren't married you see. Well long story short, we lied. We flew off to Westendorf via Innsbruck. Wow, Wow and Wow. It was so beautiful, it was dark but everything was white. OMG. Our hotel was a dream, our double room was lovely, OUR DOUBLE BED promised heaven covered with giant fluffy clouds. (I later learned that they were called Duvets, but imagine your duvet on your bed, triple it in thickness with goose feathers, I called em clouds). We cuddled, we fooled around a bit, we slept. The next day. I got up.The sun was rising. I was 20, never seen mountains before, I realised I'd never seen snow before either not sure I'd seen a blue sky before either. I walked out on to the Balcony. "Wow its full of Christmas trees and huge, giant touching-the-sky pointy rocks, my nose hairs are freezing" That's what I remember. Shook Jill awake. Took a shower. Got dressed and looked in the mirror. "Oh, so this is what looking "cool" means" and my mothers hand-knitted, pure with different browns circling the neck , one-of-a-kind, fair isle sweater suggested "supa cool". long story short: Have you been skiing? No? Go, before you die, once you have been you will be able to ride a motor cycle and turn it without moving the handlebars. You will be wearing your sunglasses, you always have a pair. After 3 days, Jill is struggling..."But Phil we have another 4 days of nursery school....we've paid for all the lessons..." ..."Fuck that, I'm going to the top of the mountain." ooo ow shit jesus help christ no-way stupid chair lift omg its so beautiful nobody-saw-me-skiing-so... I drink hot chocolate with all my skiiing buddies looking pretty damn fine in the lodge high up

in the mountains. The sun blazes, the sky is deep blue "and we are wearing sunglasses" Check the schedule. What time is the first lift? What time does it get dark? Day 6. "Hey Jill, there is a sleigh ride tonight and its a full moon, lets go." "Won't you be too tired? All you do is ski and sleep" We went. Now you know why I like running in Grid Rock when the moons are high in the sky. It's Mono Chrome. Like under a full moon, high up in the mountains of Austria with 10 foot snowdrifts. Some people were skiing. They were wearing sunglasses, polaroids. O btw I discovered what sparkling was, and added "glinting" to my vocabulary. The blue run was a disaster. Nearly killed myself, thank god halfway to the nearest village (it wasn't mine) I found a road. It was dark. I took off my sunglasses. LTS : We made love once. We broke up three months later. My favourite windows 7 theme is the Ducatti . I am not wearing my sunglasses because its 9.10 am GMT I am in my pyjamas at home, .......aahhh.... I'll get them....

Nostalgia ....and I'm wearing sunglasses... John Belushi Born :January 24, 1949 ~ [he was two months and two days older than me] Died: March 5, 1982 RIP

Flat Fact : On March 5, 1982, John Belushi was found dead in his hotel room at the age of 33. The local coroner gave the cause of death as a lethal injection of cocaine and heroin. Several years later, John's drug dealing/drug user companion during his final weeks, Cathy Smith, was tried and sentenced to three years in prison for supplying John with the drugs. Close friend James Taylor sang "That Lonesome Road" at a memorial service at Martha's Vineyard cemetery where John was buried.

One of his children invented silver iodide. Silver iodide can make it snow. "A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul

swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." Kurt Vonnegut called mirrors "Leaks". Where he came from if you were going " to take a leak " It meant you were going to steal a mirror. Kurt Vonnegut wore Mirrored Sunglasses. Philip James Bryan aka Philip Finlay-Bryan, aka pjfbncyl, aka Dude Starship,

The Bog of Allen, Sunday 27th December 2009

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