Postcards From Haven

The Holiday Blog for The Art of Rhysisms

Sunday, August 03, 2003

Catch the sun
As a man who spends his life in arcades, pool halls and public houses, I am very rarely sun kissed. In fact, I am very rarely kissed period. Today, rather unfortunately, the former anomolie was proved, as I ended up sunburnt. And it bloody kills.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

Something in the air
You may of heard on the news that some sewage has leaked into the river Teign. Our caravan is on the bank of the Teign. Bugger, but my own BO problem (I forgot my anti persperant, and Im too stubborn to buy some more. So I am using the communal piss weak deoderant) is going unnoticed. Result!