1) writing this while listening to the music of Lawrence of Arabia, the bastard son of an Anglo-Irish gentleman, Baronet of Westmeath, just here to return home.
I wonder if someday someone will write a post on a blog inspired by the music of my film, Rosario scooters. I do not think so, would be a great music that would shatter the ears of mortals, in Dolby Surround, illustrious yes.
always hear the music of Lawrence of Arabia while I like a Turkish pie in his honor. Lawrence was so similar to us, not wearing a helmet to ride a bike, put on some goggles yellow sink and gave him just like anyone, sometimes carrying a jug of whiskey Welsh seized with an elastic or mother clutching his side sitting skirt with one hand and the other rollers. Lawrence say not wearing a helmet for not listening to the old, his muffled voice through the roar of the wind. But that's not true, say some others had not yet invented the helmet and Lawrence was married and more, never getting married.
Whatever the truth of the Milanese can say without doubt that Lawrence of Arabia would be laughing either or scratching their heads at the AlJazeera news, but we'll never know and never know much about his personal life.
not forget that it is thanks to the British Empire, which he served both still bitterly that straight lines we have these artificial boundaries that act between the Arab states.
History is like a cup of matecocido puts out the milk and stir, it takes centuries to settle in and get a unique solution. And is the same color as well.
2) And it came to on the radio today I heard two rumors about this boy who was actually born in Dublin, not in Wales and the motorcycle when he suffered the fatal accident, a Brough Superior SS100, beautiful machine if any, was sold at auction at $ 500,000 and a replica of it is available for only 125,000 green. That leads me to wonder where is the Garelli 50cc with which transit the south of the city streets?
3) By the way rum occurred to me that British royalty every time you notice your house to someone falling popularity and sell millions of sets of dishes in the face of toothy or gets a movie about themselves. Either we win a war. Twelve
Oscar nominations for a movie about King George VI's speech therapist? Or that had won the war.
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