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Mags was the man. She was the queen beeotch who could undercut the bottom line and still make a profit. She was mid-something, slim and tall, her clothes of the sheerest huggingest synthetic … stuff. Hipster beige pants and khaki blouse. She stood with one hand cocked on her hip and the other pressing in the Continue reading The realtor 6 comments to The realtorBob Marley fans might recognize the word duppy from the great Wailers’ song Duppy Conqueror, although the lyrics reveal little of the meaning behind the term. Multiple sources online claim its etymology to be West African, but none give any details (I’ve since found out locally that the word comes from Bube, a language spoken on Continue reading Happy duppy Christmas 2 comments to Happy duppy Christmas
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A long infomercial in yesterday’s Gleaner newspaper began with the following photo and headline: The best part was the following text: All members of the response team are well trained in firearm handling, tactical shooting, and covert action and customer relations. Imaginary dialogue: BLAM!! BLAM!!! Tanks fe de glass a ice Continue reading All I want from Santa 2 comments to All I want from Santa
Apologies for the quality of the photos, but given the circumstances they were the best I could do. Next photos will be back to my usual high standards ;-D This part of the hotel had just been renovated. The force and volume of the rain was such that water seeped through the window frames (?) and poured Continue reading Waterbeds III: the pics 4 comments to Waterbeds III: the pics
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A greeting from an expat in not so funky Canaries. Just discovered this via Zinnia Cyclamen and will be back for more.
Hope you don’t get me twice; once is enough. But your system seemed sniffy about first attempt so am trying again. An exile on much less funky island – one of the Canaries – I came across you via Zinnia C and loved what I saw. I’ll be back. Just greetings for now. (We have a Scots realtor who wears leather trousers, a beard and a status-symbol Swedish wife. But I haven’t tried to buy/sell/rent via him. So don’t know how he puts out.)
Grannyp, welcome. I’ve seen you often on other blogs so I feel as if we’re old blogmates.
The “hierarchy of shade” was present to a large degree when I lived in the Middle East but only amongst those of a dark skin. I, as a pasty white ‘furriner’ made to feel like like a tick on a cat, only brought into the Middle East to do the jobs that they couldn’t be bothered to do themselves. Never went house hunting. Too scarey! I feel for you, I really do.
[...] Today’s photo was not originally a comment on the song, more an ironic twist on my previous post about the “hierarchy of shade”. [...]
I would be interested in subscribing to this blogs rss feed but am kinda new to this. Is it possible to get it via email? Ronald in San Francisco