I found Boris today. . .

“Who is Boris?”

Boris is a camel, well he's not really a camel he’s actually a picture of a camel cut from a newspaper (This post is getting a little Magritte now). . .I named him Boris and stuck him on the front of a ring binder style folder.

Since the age of about 12, I have been shoving bit's of paper covered with bit's of writing in Boris (note how Boris has morphed from a Camel to a Newspaper cutting to a folder full of junk. . .hmmm still with me).

Any who, as you may well guess Boris holds a lot of that embarrassing Teen angsty "I am alone. . .in an unkind universe. . .no body understands my pain" style rubbish but amongst all those mixed metaphors I came a cross some gems. . .many of them made me laugh out loud, many will mean nothing to anybody but me, some confuse even me.

I hope Boris never falls into the wrong hands.

Signing off,

The Dali Lada (how cool is that. . .I found that in Boris, much better than Osama Bin-Lada which is my dads nickname for me)