Heh - Duke - another reason you made it to my sexy bloggers list:)

Sign me up for the road trip

Just keep piling up this recording of life-notes Duke and you'll one day have a collection of literary greatness the Western world has not seen in many an age.

What a perfect capturing of a life at a certain age and a certain time and a certain place.

About hitting the road: there's no perfect time and you'll never quite have enough money in the old pocket (which is part of the fun, of course). If you're at all able, take off ASAP for some unknown and unforseen adventure.

Just don't forget the notebook, and don't forget to tell us all how it went.

About Sideways: I like to think Miles got his shit together, laid off the old vino on the odd Tuesday, and got and kept the girl.

But then, I'm an optimist, aren't I?

brilliance Duker, but I fear for your heart with all the caffeine and nicotine

and here's the thing with women: you can't trust them or count on them until they prove you can. This realization will reduce your grief level notably

hey folks

Aaman, i can't belive for a second i made your list. i feel all sortsa honoured and aroused, somewhat. and sure, there's room in the back of this hypothetical camper-van, man.

EricB, thank you man. you fling a shed-load of support on a fella. Much appreciated. I meant to mention the financial side in the post, actually, but holy shit, look how long it was already?

EricO - Thank you, and i fear for my blood-pump also. it does all sortsa weird shit now and again. As for the trust and such, i will bear this in mind...

EricO, that was deep

Aaron, thanks for the invite - glad you liked the list:)

A and A, not particularly deep or anything, just hard-won experience. I love women but they are just people, with all that implies

this is true also. a fella can get in all sortsa danger when he starts romanticising things outta all proportion. but then so can the ladies.

sonofabitch. lester bangs has been reborn in ireland, just substitute caffeine and cigarettes for the cough syrup.

ha! tell him to come round sometime. we'll hang. he'll kick my teeth in. it'll be great.

holy mother of god - this is unrelated, but i need to alert people to the enormity of this - a reality show here in the UK called The Farm, where a buncha "celebrities" live on, well, a farm, has just started its second series. (the last series gained notoriety by having a scene where a lass wanked off a pig)

Flava Flav is one of the contestants!!!! Fucking flava flav!!!! and RON JEREMY!!!! god almighty

Here's my Life Philosophy as applies to women, hard won and overly simplistic perhaps:

If it's on, it's on.

And that's it. No amount of head bashing, teeth nashing, hard-drinking, etc. can change that simple maxim. So best to just enjoy life as best one can.

Of course, I developed this philosophy in the courtin' stage. In the married stage, as I am now, it gets a wee bit more complicated... could shift to something more like:

If it's good, it's worth it.

Or something.

And you deserve the support, Duke, so no charity there.