Thursday, 17 April 2008

We wake at 6am. I didn't even know this time existed. I take a cold shower, and stumble into my clothes.


My camel's name, I decide, is Bernard (said "Ber-nah-ddd" as if you are a left-bank intellectual, rather than a Yorkshire miner). He is clearly at one with the desert, and

There once was a camel called Hasou,
to tame him you'd need a lasso
He took Natalia the fair,
right back to his lair,
and when she got home she decided to sue.

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