Bitter anyone?

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When the British left Sri Lanka, they left a bloody bitter taste in our mouths . viceunversa.blogspot.com/2013/01/when-b… — DDad(@W1DD) January 25, 2013

Sunday morning at home

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Last nights excess is nothing now but a sharp headache. I have taken as much as painkillers medically allowed deadening the pain. The spliff I just smoked helps relieve the hangover. My tongue feels like sandpaper. The carton of soya milk I drank with the painkillers is helping somewhat to calm my stomach. I am hoping all the meds ...

Six Thousand Miles away from Smiles

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The incessant drizzle has been hours now. It had ceased for a while when I got home. Just enough for Jaspers run, walk and toilet. Now late summer evening, but unusually dark due to the rain clouds and that bloody drizzle. Like the last drops we squeeze out when peeing, but for hours. Cooked a venison sausage curry (the ...

It’s late in the evening…

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It’s late in the evening… Long summer evenings. It’s still light outside. Short nights, long days etc, etc. Summer in England’s still warming up. Never like a F1 engine but in fits and starts, along with the inglorious promise of rain. It’s nice. I am home. Sprawled out on the couch. BBC news on TV provides background chatter. Cooked ...

DD's Blog: THE ENGLISH FANS - COME ON ENGLAND!

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DD's Blog: THE ENGLISH FANS - COME ON ENGLAND!: For the English fans For the minge at the local pub with fake tan on but begins to look good after two or three pint goggles. Fo... To the English fans For the minge at the local pub with fake tan on but begins to look good after two or three ...

A post untitled for a reason

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A post untitled for a reason If you take what is considered dubious political language, I would be right. Yes, coming from a Sinhala, Buddhist, Govigama background and to add insult, from Kandy, I would be appropriately labelled as a racist nationalist. But more to the intended post. Quite recently I was called an ‘Egoistical Bastard’ by someone who ...

Untitled Post

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Reality and imagination merge. But these posts are nothing but my imagination. Stephen King is my favourite author. He relates to Maine his hometown and borrows from his real life experiences. I have endeavoured to do the same. I hope you enjoy reading these little snippets of my hometown, they are but imagined somewhere deep in my mind.I am in ...

Racing Raindrops

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Racing RaindropsEverything has been washed. Everything is pure, pure like the rains that came cascading on a cool Colombo afternoon. I sit on the settee enjoying the complete feeling of being cleansed, bare bodied in an old sarong. I am extremely comfortable. The settee’s long enough for my body to drape above it and settle on to the old indents ...

When does reality stop, and fiction begin?

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When does reality stop, and fiction begin? Bury me; bury me deep in my Paradise Isle Cremate me not, for I want not to be ash Bury me for I want my flesh to nourish The worms to breed in my carcass, feed from my past life My flesh to rot away and seep into Mother Lanka’s soil Oh ...

Paradise Lost

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Paradise Lost Friday. Summer. London. Spent the evening in canned air inside printers signing off the proof for our special offer ad on client’s internal magazine. Walked out on Marylebone Road to still bright sunshine at 7pm. Short walk to Baker Street to get on Jubilee Line tube. As usual popped into the bar right next to the station. ...

Spring in Paradise

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Spring in Paradise The normal hot humid weather gives way in May to chilly but pleasant Colombo mornings. I wake up as usual to the toll of the Church bells at 5.30am. The cold makes me burrow into my pillows and pull the sheet up to my chin. My cat Choco stirs annoyingly as I have woken him up ...

Nights in Paradise

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Nights in Paradise Nightfall is here and its pitch black. It’s slightly chilly as I wrap myself more securely in the blanket. I lie on the bed, scared to look out of the window into darkness, and spooked by the sound of insects. My only reassurance is the deep sleep breathing of my sibling fast asleep next to me ...

Waking to Paradise

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Waking to Paradise I wake to the slight chill in the air and the blur of bright sea blue as someone adjusts the pillow on my head and covers me with a blanket. The steady drone I hear is the aircraft engine and the bright blue morphs into a smiling stewardess. I have slept for over five hours on ...

Missing Paradise

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Missing Paradise Two days to Christmas. The DJ plays a soft bluesy number as the house lights come on. I look around with bleary eyes. The less inebriated amongst us have checked our coats out and the bouncers gently try to dislodge us to begin the journey home. As we stumble out the rush of cold air is welcome. ...

Life after heaven

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Life after heaven Lazy Sunday morning. The aroma of fresh coffee wafts into the room. This is enough incentive for me to roll out of bed. Everyone eventually showers. All of us take off for Dim Sum at the Hilton Emperor Wok. Full as we eventually head off to my piece of heaven in Sri Lanka, The Barefoot Shop, ...

My paradise isle

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My paradise isle It’s 30 centigrade and the sun blazes overhead. The humidity adds an extra dimension to the heat. Landing at the international airport in Katunayake I especially feel it as I had left cold miserable weather back in Heathrow. I have been dying for a smoke after the 12-hour flight and I quickly light up as I ...

Paradise calling. Weekends in Colombo. Friday!

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Paradise calling. Weekends in Colombo. Friday! Weekends in Colombo must start with a liquid lunch at the popular Colombo Swimming Club in Colombo 3. The late Joanna Miles our then Brit creative director loved the place as all Brit expats and any tourist do. A left over of the colonial era, this swimming club’s main attraction is it’s main ...

Sri Lanka’s best-kept secrets. Playing in Paradise. Kandy.

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Sri Lanka’s best-kept secrets. Playing in Paradise. Kandy. It’s Friday evening and darkness, a thick blanket has descended on Kandy. The only sound is the steady trickle of rain usually common to any late Kandy evening. We roll into home and my nephew springs out from the car to open the gate to our house. The spotlight brightens the ...

Colombo’s best-kept secrets

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Colombo’s best-kept secrets An Oasis in the middle of a city. Barefoot. Either to drink long glasses of ice tea at its café on a Saturday morning to recover from a hangover from the previous night of debauchery or to chill out and listen to live Jazz on a Sunday afternoon, Barefoot is undoubtedly one of Colombo’s most famous ...