~krog climbed to the brow of the hill. he looked down to the mouth of the cave. his woman was poking the fire with a twig. krog sighed deeply. he wished his woman was beautiful, but make up and hair dyes had not yet been invented. and neither had immac. krog picked a handful of red berries and loped down the hill towards the fire and the woman he loved. language had yet to be invented but he grunted a greeting to his woman and she grunted back. krog offered her the berries; she snatched them from his hand crammed them into her blacktoothed mouth. 'there should be something called manners', krog thought, as he watched the juice from the berries spray from her lips. a dinosaur brayed in the distance; the sound echoed across the neanderthal landscape. krog picked up his spear and put his arm protectively around his woman. she turned her face towards him, her lips were stained red. 'my god, you're beautiful', grunted krog. his loins stirred. he led his woman into his cave.
~krog squatted behind his wife, picking lice from her matted hair. her belly was big with child. krog did not know why. krog wanted to tell his wife how much he loved her. he wished that somebody would hurry up and invent language and clothes and shampoo. then krog spoke to his wife: 'you woman, me man'.
~η επιστροφή της sue townsend με adrian mole έγινε λίγο πριν το τέλος της περασμένης χρονιάς με το the lost diaries of adrian mole 1999-2001, με όσα συνέβησαν δηλαδή αυτά τα δύο χρόνια που έζησε και με τα δύο παιδιά του, άνεργος, και σε σπίτι που τους παραχώρησε η πρόνοια, γράφοντας ''αριστουργήματα'' όπως το παραπάνω [το ξεκίνημα ενός ακόμα ακυκλοφόρητου βιβλίου του]. το νέο βιβλίο της sue townsend με καινούργιες περιπέτειες του adrian θα υπάρχει στα βιβλιοπωλεία το νοέμβριο, με τίτλο the prostrate years [με το δεύτερο r σβησμένο].
~μια επιλογή από κομμάτια των fleetwoods -κυρίως με διασκευές- που έχω στο repeat όλη μέρα. 'appy 'appy 'appy as can be...