The gorgeous (wet) town of Antibes, a lovely afternoon with Mark, with Bec back at her place burying her nose in a pile of marking. Wet, shiny cobblestones, the sun poking through the ominously dark clouds, torrential rain and felafals. Topped off by a cheeky pint and a glimpse of the French Open men's final. Ohg, and some obscenely massive yachts.
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Picturesque!
Pip said it - PICTURESQUE - damn picturesque!
I WANT that boat in the 2nd last pic. Is that a private vessle?? Could I marry stella off to the infant son of its owner!?!?!?
Sure you could Al, the only catch would be the drug runs to Colombia every 6 months, and the occassional floater.
Almost 3 MONTHS since a post?! Really?? That's shit MJ.
Think of your adoring public!
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