http://champersnova.com/2010/05/23/booze/ welcome to the still waters Sat, 06 Nov 2010 16:40:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 http://champersnova.com/2010/05/23/booze/comment-page-1/#comment-360 champersnova Sun, 20 Jun 2010 09:08:44 +0000 http://champersnova.com/?p=170#comment-360 You make want to get on that plane and deja-vu your experience! Music is always by my side anyway. Always have been and always will be! :-) You make want to get on that plane and deja-vu your experience! Music is always by my side anyway. Always have been and always will be!

]]> http://champersnova.com/2010/05/23/booze/comment-page-1/#comment-357 james Sat, 19 Jun 2010 11:36:12 +0000 http://champersnova.com/?p=170#comment-357 we are not bowie. we can not change our appearances at will. but we can modify them. apart from loving the flavour, the enticing bottles and the softness that drink affords us, it also takes us on an emotional journey, however small the trip. For on my tastes, my favourite time to drink, whether it be wine or spirit, or guiness or grolsch, is in motion, on a train or in a plane. headphones on. pencil in hand with paper at the ready to catch any words that may happen to tumble. sun on face. And that spirit of adventure, the beginning of a trip into a world only semi-known. Flying from brazil-argentina-spain back to blighty last year, with red in hand, i could see both france and england through the same small window. the day was blissfully sunny and primal scream`s sublime cover of Over & Over played into my ears. That was the last time i cried. if you know the song, if you have been in that situation, if you where returning home...you`ll know what i mean. Drink alone means nothing to me. It has to involve another element, be it friends, climate, but mainly music. we are not bowie. we can not change our appearances at will. but we can modify them. apart from loving the flavour, the enticing bottles and the softness that drink affords us, it also takes us on an emotional journey, however small the trip. For on my tastes, my favourite time to drink, whether it be wine or spirit, or guiness or grolsch, is in motion, on a train or in a plane. headphones on. pencil in hand with paper at the ready to catch any words that may happen to tumble. sun on face. And that spirit of adventure, the beginning of a trip into a world only semi-known. Flying from brazil-argentina-spain back to blighty last year, with red in hand, i could see both france and england through the same small window. the day was blissfully sunny and primal scream`s sublime cover of Over & Over played into my ears. That was the last time i cried. if you know the song, if you have been in that situation, if you where returning home…you`ll know what i mean. Drink alone means nothing to me. It has to involve another element, be it friends, climate, but mainly music.

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