For the weekend, a guilty pleasure.
Something jaunty. . . quite rightly. . .
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Visual fragments of a life on a little island in the South China Sea
About Me
Here, there, and everywhere
- Weather of a little island in the South China Sea
- Satellite photo of a little island in the South China Sea
- Webcam of a little island in the South China Sea
- BBC Radio 4
- Biting the hand that feeds IT
- Guardian
- Le Monde
- Tom Dispatch
- Calling Crane in the Shade
- Counterpunch
- Fat Man in the Bathtub
- Lenin's Tomb
- Dr Martin Williams
- Make It New: aworks
- On An Overgrown Path
- The Rest Is Noise
- ute zahn: violin maker
- Wikipedia
Some local links
- Alice Poon
- Batgung
- Daai Tou Laam Diary
- EastSouthWestNorth
- Eva Montauk
- Gweipo
- Hemlock II: Big Lychee, Various Sectors
- HK Observatory Director's Blog
- Hong Kong Journal
- Hong Kong Paintings
- Hong Kong Pop
- Hongkie Town
- Joyceland
- Land of no cheese
- Learning Cantonese
- Ordinary Gweilo
- Private Beach
- The Blacksmith Blog
- The Toilet Bar
- Ulaca
- Webs of Significance
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3 comments:
I can never hear this without thinking of my mother's story about going to teach Donovan's son with her leg in plaster after doing her Achilles.
She arrived at his mansion on the Wentworth Estate to find there were no chairs in the sitting room, only cushions. As she tells it, she had to throw down her crutches and leap into one.
Ulaca mater. . . a groovy chick hanging out in a hippy crash pad.
I still remember the boots and - ugh! - the hot pants.
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