Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Beer Saturday

7 am and working on Red Bull assignment

Walking down main street Fort, blistering hot sun…

Gorgeous girl passes by leaving a fresh scent of perfume, I smell the Air…. Can you blame me?

JP & sons, buying a Spinning Reel and Rod for Sana…. Fuck! The throw net is only 2500 Rupees!

Mutton rolls from Barista, horseshit probably taste better! The bastards…..

101 Marotuwa toots his horn! Moron… packing the Cooler with Beer is somehow more fun than actually consuming it…. Like taking a girl’s shirt off, anticipation…..

Life deals a terrible hand to some…. God, how blessed I am…. ‘’one more for my brother please…’’ the poor boy cries out, 2 mutton rolls obviously not enough….

Indian imports are taking over & the Indo Lanka FTA clearly favors them. I’m reminded of this by how the very fabric of society has been taken over by ‘’Made in India’’. A picture worth a thousand words…….. Indian Bikes!


Fisherman’s Villa the sign read… I found myself in the kitchen of a Canadian Sri Lankan’s holiday home in Wadduwa…. Golf Cart, Pool, Basketball court, beach buggy, got the wrong place of course!

The fisherman’s Villa was gorgeous. The sandy floor of its open restaurant was comfortable on my oversized feet.

Freddy the German with a tattoo of ‘Sri Lanka’ and ‘Freddy’ in Sinhalese on his chest made me believe the UNP was conspiring with unseen German forces, the tattoo of an elephant below his right nipple clearly the cause.

Freddy poked his 2 cents and got a couple of shots of rum for his trouble. Amicable dude he was. This bloke was more patriotic about Sri Lanka than some Sri Lankan people know. ‘Shri Lanka Matha’ and all…… and even knew who Freddy Silva was….


Choppy waters, no fish, 2 bottle of rum and 18 bottles of beer

120 kmph down Galle road, Mr. Martinus clearly taken up by the ‘Go Kimi’ comments thrown at him, an inability to scent sarcasm can twist a mans mind into reckless driving I found out….

7 pm and working on Red Bull assignment

3 comments:

  1. An inability to scent sarcasm can do muc much more than that brother! like twist his carcass into corkscrew for e.g... and bloody hell, you told me there WERE fish..

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  2. I didn't realize tooting a horn was such a moronic act :P

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  3. whack, errr... did i??? ok im coming clean then... no fish,

    Jer, you've obviously not been at the receiving of a 101 LAL..... ;P the other explanation is that you drive a Mahara Lanka Ashok Leyland during ur free time! so... which is it??

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