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April 23, 2006
What Happened Then And Who Needs The Alps Anyway?
It has only been a couple of weeks since my last contribution on the circus arena of entertainment, but there sure have been some significant happenings in the life of Brian... For once I'll keep it short and give you a lot of photos.
First of all: I've got a place in the Festival programme, so I don't need to pimp my dancing arse all over Harlem anymore. Second: there were a couple of grannies that wanted to marry me in the Pimp Jazz Club on 159th between St Nicholas and Amsterdam. They were pushing 70 with a habit of powdering their noses too often, so I passed. Third: I'm hopeless when it comes to women close to my age.
Chilling out at Chelsea Pier with Mika. Lovely owner avoided the camera. ©
Me, Chioma and Kevin after Colour Purple on Broadway. ©
In the footsteps of Peter Parker. Photo by Jeff Forney ©
The Alps? Aberfoyle is where it's at! The less subtle one is mine. ©
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