Monday, December 23, 2013

The Curse of the Swiss-German

No doubt India throws it's fair share of curveballs, leaving us baffled and not knowing what to do next. It is of course a land of beauty and the opposite, but today we, a few very lucky souls, experienced something few can truly imagine. One would struggle to refute the presence of a divine being after they have set eyes upon this perfect form, in all glory and awe-inspiring grace.

The 6 young boys sat around two simmering tandoori pizzas, not knowing that they were seconds from becoming men. Not knowing that in a few precious moments all doubts about the purity of life were to be extinguished.

As precise as a Rolex, as subtle as Lindt, as striking as the matter-horn itself. This being, of unbelievable Swiss descent was true to these qualities and added her own mix of mystery, some would say like the blanket of fresh powder that coats the peaks of the Swiss Alps. Never before had the likes of her been seen in fair old Jaipur, and are not to be expected again for many years. We, the few who witnessed this incredible event, carry on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly against the tide of time.

T Burns, J Morreau, Hock, Reubeus M-S, B Toogood, S McConnell

1 comment:

  1. Hmmm - yes. What was that saying in 'The Castle': Tell him he's dreaming!

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