Port Owen

Out of town among fiery friends. We don’t see each other much, but that hardly makes a difference. A little effort, some willing enterprise and we got ourselves decked out in a luxurious villa, removed from the city clutter. Substantial praise should be given that no matter how disparate our individual lives have become, we still find familiarity among each other. A wild collection of the best kinds of people. Black out drunks serenading us with modern day Shakespeare. Lively fuckers pushing the comfort box, inviting adventure. Rebels spitting the same passion as our more youthful selves. Specialists preparing food to entice sensory nirvana. Mood setters spinning us into dance floor frenzies. Fireside whiskys, seaside beers. Laughter, danger. Would you have it any other way?


‘I would give all my fame for a pot of ale’ Shakespeare


‘Just like birds, hunters know no borders’ Soyinka


‘Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed’ Schopenhauer


‘We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink’ Epicurus


‘Some may never live, but the crazy never die’ Thompson


‘Don’t let me hear you say life takes you nowhere’ Bowie


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