Haunted hall no more.........
First of all, for everyone's info, the famous photo of the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall was due to damaged bellows on the camera which leaked light on to the photographic plates. So there, another X-File closed. I have looked for ghosts and the supernatural all my life as a hobby. So far, I've been disappointed. I've stayed in supposedly haunted houses, slept in a room just above Oliver Cromwell's decapitated head, walked in graveyards at night, hanged out in catacombs, tried to scare myself silly by holding a do-it-yourself seance next to a mummy, and I have searched far and wide in vain and found no creepy crawlies or skeletons in the closet. (However, I have found other things in some closets, a repressed homo for intance. Hey Wolverine, why don't you come out proud and loud. To the casual reader - If you have just began to read this blog, let me reiterate that I have nothing against homos. Some of my good friends are screaming faggots and I was raised by lesbian aunts. I just can't stand people who deny themselves.)
Aaaaanyways, His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit have allowed me to release my Morocco diary. We normally don't do this, but heck, we need to be vulgarly narcissistic sometimes. Of course the non-cynical reason for this exhibitionism is for our future offspring to have a lasting record of their granpa's exploits during his time in the primitive 21st century. (Unless of course Blogger and Google become evil and delete my blog.)
Our life is an open book......
Yes, we will be publishing our fabulous Maroc adventure soon....(because we discovered that October is a slow month creatively and thus we have nothing else to blog about. We could of course rant about a lot of things but such negativity is baaaaad.)
The Nashman shows HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit the finished manuscript....
We've finally sorted our 3107 pictures.......so here are some random shots.....
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit having breakfast on a terrace overlooking the huge waves of the southern coast of Maroc with birds flying at eye level...
We hope you don't have a fear of heights.......
....because we're going to tell you all about our trekking adventure crossing some of the most beautiful valleys and ridges of the Maghreb, our very brief affair with a stunning French hiker, gatecrashing into the exclusive Aman resort, encounters with cobras, dope dealers, the police, angry fishermen, crazy drivers, the driver who couldn't speak French, running naked like a lunatic in the Medina, bad massages, good massages, getting high on Berber viagra, getting high on hashish, getting high on mint tea, haggling, goat leather, camel leather, sheep's brains, sheep's penis, Mustafa the Fabulous, computer hacks, crazy immigration officials, escargot, camp butlers, etc............
