Ever since the innocent arrival of Boonie at 25 Carlton Street in late 2005, I've felt an unexplainable urge to play ping pong, eat Monte Carlos and drink 52 cans on a plane.
I was also troubled with a strange desire to travel... to see the world through my own eyes, and to experience the things I had previously only read or dreamed about. Boonanza officially gripped it's plastic claws around my neck at Changi airport, when I realised with a faint glimmer of shock that I wasn't travelling alone.
Shit, was that Boonie making small talk with the Texan in the big hat?
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Some scientific abstract type shitI guess if you're really dedicated, this might be useful. Mainly for Kate, Pen and Luke... hopefully it brings back fond memories of Peter Dry or something.
The book of Genesis...and the book of Hustler. Buy a bible and then pop next door for some porn and latex.
