For all four of you...Brussells and Bruges

We went to Brussels for the weekend and stayed in thee most pimpin hotel..it was literally a modern art gallery with beds. Every single guy in the city fancied Kirsten. It was hardcore. We also spent a day 'In Bruges'..I feel that little bit much closer to Colin Farrell =] Sco' on ye good ting.

I wrote this poem for Kirsten in memory of our trip...

'Beautiful Belgium'
Addressing God he joins the legions of admirers
While we involuntarily drink in rain through laughter.
These cobbled streets accumulate compliments like accented footsteps.
I trace mine in the darkness of your dewy, freckled shadow.

West of Ireland

So one fine day we crossed the boarder to get a wee look at primitive Ireland in all it's glory. It was pretty beautiful. To be sure, to be sure. It was nice to see what Boucicault was talkin' about.

I also now understand why every Asda north of the border is cram packed with Southerners. One Euro, twenty cents for a packet of skips. Bloody extortion.









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Phillip Morrison
http://www.phillipmorrison.com/

*RJ's Massey Ferguson*
'Goin Surfin'