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Off touring the carpet factories of Cappadocia

4:09 pm Monday, 4th November, 2013

Getting ready for a history tour of cappadocia, trying to find enough male clothes to last nine days, normal male clothes, no flight suits, no norwegian home guard fatigues (I be taking the hat tho') no combat or biker jacket, no 'pixie' suit, or cheery red britches of the 17th lancers allowed.

Leaves me with fuck all to wear really (except heavy metal band tour tee shirts)
That seems just about okay, ill be hanging about monasteries and libraries anyway, fits right in. Now if Tesco's still sell jeans for £4 thats me sorted, if I wear my Afrika corp boots and take some trainers. She'll moan, about how I should wear sandals until her feet are bloodied blusterer messes and then i'll say smugly "mein Schuster ist ein Genie".

Making up a holiday playlist for my MP3 player (an aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation) Was listening to Psychedelic Furs, always really identified with the song pretty in pink, so I changed the name from the original Caroline to mine.

Pollyann laughs and
It's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place
In the side of our lives
Where nothing is
Ever put straight
She turns herself round
And she smiles and she says
'This is it'

'That's the end of the joke'
And loses herself
In her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk
Through in their coats

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

All of her lovers
All talk of her notes
And the flowers
That they never sent
And wasn't she easy
And isn't she
Pretty in pink
The one who insists
He was first in the line
Is the last to
Remember her name
He's walking around
In this dress
That she wore
She is gone
But the joke's the same

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

Pollyann talks to you
Softly sometimes
She says
'I love you' and
'Too much'
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well
Nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic
Is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

I'll have to get a Pretty Pink outfit.

Hugzz Polly xxx



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