Far too clean and respectable, i thought, not enough children running with tears in their eyes back to their mummys asking why the rocks were bleeding, i thought. Gotta bloody the place up a bit, i thought, so i went swimming on my last day in Norway, stepped on some insecure shingle and had my foot dropped down onto something unmistakably sharp. Perhaps glass, or an overambitious shell, but whatever it was it cut deep and nasty and neccessitated many following hours of hilarious shame as i was bodily carried back to the car by my friends parents. Now i'm back home out of sight of their sneaky eyes ("don't put any weight on that foot!" they'd collectively scream) i can gallop gleefully about the house on the toes of my left foot, as the damage was limited to the middle and heel. It's gaping and hurting rather, because i missed the window for stitches, but i'm galloping anyway because it's fun and it irritates my mum.
( see here for my amazingly fake blood & KITTENS! )

The week's holiday on that small island in Norway where i intend to live one day was, apart from that last minute puncture, a wonderful relaxing break with my friends. I have none here, so to talk to someone other than my parents (fantastic thought they be) for a bit was pure heaven. I am back and feeling so much more human for it.

I managed to do a whole helluva of a load of nothing while i was there, so i am posting the Miami Vice icons i have now, for those who wanted them to use them. Feel free to yoink any and all, just credit me in userinfo or i'll rip your arms off and use them as throwing sticks for my pet penguin.( tasty little eighties squares )

I just had a lovely driving lesson during which i didn't crash the car (reSULT!) and am about to wrap my foot in a plastic bag and have a shower (sounds like some kind of a ritual. maybe it'll catch on). Then i shall go to bed and snarl gleefully at the tv screen as Rick Hunter goes about being all Clint Eastwoody, shooting felons and rescueing damsels in distress with the odd tacky catchphrase while his partner DeeDee McCall wears spandex and is all female-empowered. Ahhh, the good old days.

Tags: hunter, icons, miami vice, norway, photography
feeling: relaxed, tired but happy
hearing: nada. must put some on.