Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I think I'll go and eat worms
Big fat gooshy ones
Wee skinny ooshy ones
See how they wriggle and squirm
And you bite off the heads
And you slurp out the juice
And you throw the skins away
Nobody knows how I will thrive
On worms three times a day

Love more

Lovemore seems to be Zimbabwe's most popular name. Whenever I'm reading an article on Zimbabwe, there's a lovemore.

Lovemore Madhuku is their NCA chairperson
Lovemore Moyo is the speaker of the Zim parliament
Lovemore majaivana is their famous musician
Lovemore Sibanda - the podcasts guy

Lovemore N'dou, A boxer! ok, so he's not from Zim. but still. How odd.

bees at my window

there were these bees outside my window today
and seamus heany's poem started buzzing inside my brain
about that "transmogrifying bee" that bit chucky
chucky, a hen.

Vaitarna pictures from long ago

old pune pictures

more random images from my old hard disk

old pictures

my old hard disk decided to shower me with memories
here are some

random images

ami shokol niye boshe achhi shorbonasher ashaye, ami tar lagi poth cheye achhi, pothe je jon bhashaye. this is the end.
this is the end.

on second thoughts, maybe she was just your regular slut, and attention seeking at that. i saw these preening pictures of her for the Sun. But this alfy guy has more character than all my boyfriends put together.
ok so i'm being dramatic. "all" is just exaggeration. but you know what i mean.

'What will you do financially?' 'What's financially?'

but it's so beautiful in a way. (i cant post the family picture just yet)

Transcript of interview with Alfie:
'What will you do financially?' 'What's financially?'


“We didn’t think we would need help from our parents. You don’t really think about that when you find out you are pregnant. You just think your parents will kill you.”



Comments from The Independent :
Had these two adolescents waited until adulthood, with all its attendant "common sense" and responsibleness, and, let's admit it, selfishness, chances are neither would have ever started a family. Britain's scandalously low birth rate, especially among the "educated" classes should be of far greater concern to the respectable set than teen pregnancies, which can be viewed as nature's way of subverting the sterile tendencies of the species which is seemingly hell bent on responsibilizing itself into oblivion. Alfie and Chantelle are a couple of unconscious pagans giving the shaft of defiance to Europe's demographic winter.