Lisbon, Portugal

So… It Was Either Three Nights In Portugal With The Family Or Three Nights Home Alone Over The New Years Period. I Chose Portugal… And Here’s What Happened…

I Had Initially Intended To Do A Written Post & One With Images Solely. I Changed My Mind. This Is Pretty Much My Diary Of What Happened.

Day One

Easy Jet. So Inevitably It Wasn’t That Easy. We’re Sat In The ‘Emergency Exit Row’ My Brother Is Under 16 So He Is Asked To Move For Take Off & Landing. He Misses The Window View He So Desperately Craved.

Cloud Dreaming

Cloud Dreaming

Never Easy Je

Never Easy Jet

We Land. Into The Pouring Rain. And The ‘Metro’ System That Is Easily Navigated. Like The French Underground Network The Tubes Run To Time & Are Clean. Each Station Is Different. Filled With 80’s Design Tiling, Innovative Signs & Ikea Advertisements Hung From Clips, How Long Would They Last In London? One Slightly Puzzling Sign Above The Priority Seat Seemed To Indicate They Should Be Offered To Elderly, Disabled & Women… Women? (We Later Worked Out It Meant Pregnant Women – I’ll Call Off The Male Rights March I Organised). At Every Stop Music Was Playing. At The Metro At The Airport Ironically ‘Frank Sinatra – Fly Me To The Moon’ Was The Song Of Choice. I Had Only Been In Portugal For 30 Minutes (This Was My Second Visit However) And I Was Already Starting To Think How Bland London Is. Yes It Offers Me Everything I Need – But How Can I Know Life Without Experiences Outside The Country. I Can’t. Makes Note To Self To Leave The Country More.

Tickets?

Tickets?

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Where Mum?

Where Mum?

ToMy Place?

ToMy Place?

Costal

Coastal

Artistic

Artistic

Where Is She Going?

Where Is She Going?

Le'Go!

Le’Go!

Ronaldo? Or Eusebio?...

Ronaldo? Or Eusebio?…

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He Must Have A Little Dick

He Must Have A Little Dick

This World Is Mine

This World Is Mine

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Day 2

So. I Was Woken To The Not So Sweet Noise Of My Mum Singing Rihanna – Diamonds (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWA2pjMjpBs). Awkward. Our First Morning In Lisbon And We Experienced The Breakfast

 

 

AT THIS POINT I GAVE UP WITH THE WRITING – And Thought I Should Just Put In The Rest Of The Pictures…

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The King Returns

So After A Month On Foreign Land @Kendrick_3000 Returned To The Spot And We Smoked Up, And Saluted The Kush Gods…

The Batch – @FeFeDean x @RappaChick x @Kendrick_3000 x @OhDearArtist x @SamuelNovaD x @SenorAbstract x Browns AKA Marz…

@RappaChick Must Also Take Credit For Some Of The Pictures!

Here We Go

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Peace & Power

Balc

Why Doesn’t He Ask…

Ladies… Have You Ever Wondered Why A Male You Are Seeing Doesn’t Ask You How Many Males You Have Slept With Previously?…

Here’s How The Conversation Went Between Tom & Michael Last Night… (Fabricated Names In Conversation For Sake Of Privacy)

Tom: So I’m Being Real With Her Fam!

Michael: I Hear That, Have You Asked How Many Man She Has Slept With Before?

Tom: Nah I Haven’t You Know…

Michael: Why Though? I Usually Do, It’s Calm Unless It’s Like A Mad Number…

Tom: You Know What It Is. I Don’t Even Care For Her Numbers. It’s A Myth Though Because If She Then Asks Me I’ll Be Like Yo… I Don’t Even Fucking Know!

Michael: *Laughs Uncontrollably* Rah, You Ran Through Mad Chicks

 

In Short. This Doesn’t Apply To Most Men. They Probably Can’t Be Bothered To Ask, Or Genuinely Don’t Care. I Just Found It Amusing So Thought I’d Share.

 

@FeFeDean

 

Peace & Power

 

Lost In Translation – Portugal

So… I’m In Portugal On January The 1st 2013, In Lisbon To Be Precise Overlooking The City From The Castle of São Jorge And These Words (Or Lyrics) Come Into My Head…

‘My Brain Wants Me To Elaborate On Things That I Can’t Explain, My Soul Is Unharmed Yet I’m Feeling The Pain, It’s Like I’ve Accepted I Can’t Do It, But I’m Being Tested Again & Again…’

Frustration. On Numerous Occasions Have Thoughts Popped Into Mind That Not Even I Can Turn Into Rational Ones. So Obscure I Couldn’t Put Into Words. Yet So Relevant I Can’t Forget Them. I Wish There Was A Tool That Scripted Thoughts, However That Would Be Dangerous Also.

Deep Down I Don’t Feel Any Pain Because I Don’t Actually Know What I’m Thinking. Surface Level, In The Moment Pain Is Real. Why The Fuck Won’t Something Just Click.

And It Happens Again. It’s Like, One Day I Will Be Able To Work Out What I’m Actually Thinking And When That Is Shown To The World It Will Be Game Changing  Right, Right *Smoke DZA Voice*

@FeFeDean

Peace & Power

Balc