:: Mexican Débâcle ::

Opened my inbox this morning only to discover a missive from my errant friend, Red Snapper. Despite her assertion some months ago that she was working for the Foreign Office in Brussels, Red Snapper ended up in Mexico where she plans to buy a bar. In the interim, a lot of product testing appears to be going on , presumably to ensure that the proposed bar sells only the finest liquors available to womankind. Or something. The following is a representative example of the Snapper's recent activities, although I should point out that later on she goes on to describe a visit to a Mayan temple some 50 miles into the jungle. Or rather she expresses her surprise at finding an internet-ready computer there and then says nothing about the temple itself...

Here continues to get even more insane. Tequila is a very, very dangerous substance, and I now see the wisdom of the way they regulate tattoo appointments in Britain and the States. I now have a 4 inch long dragon on my arse. And its permanent. I´ve done some foolish waking up moments in my time, but I think this morning has to go straight to the top of the list - "Oww, my head hurts, where am I? who am I with? who am I? and why does my bottom hurt?"

This episode definitely entitles her to a permanent place in the Devukha Hall of Fame, a rapidly expanding band of louche layabouts and boozed-up bitches...

...talking of which, I'm meeting up with the Boy Felchett this evening to dicuss plans for an opera. I've been working on the libretto for this recently; it will be based on several of my Suburban Nightmares (initially Veronica hoped..., but others woven in). We need to discuss the mechanics of the opera: structure, style, setting and characters in order for me to produce a workable copy soon. Then we're going to send in a proposal to enter the Genesis Opera Project, which could secure funding for development and performance. I'm very excited about the prospect of this and will update the site when I know more...