What's My Fate? Who Knows, but it smells like Hotdogs

The bird that smiled last week will be off this week to Life According to Celia ... this week I have another heart to give away. If you break it, it's your own fault, but please don't give it back to me in a completely fractured state. Something I can fix with a wad of chewing gum and some sticky tape would be optimal. This week the heart that suffered the same fate as ?? Is up for grabs ...

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In a hostel in Ulaan Baata I was kitted out in my riding gear, dirty jeans, a jacket and my black leather riding boots. A terribly good looking English blue blood type was standing in the hallway with his collar poking out from his woolen sweater. I wondered why he was here with all these grots in this funny old country. He came over and looked down at me over his long nose with his horsey good looks and said "nice boots, are you a rider?" ... having heard 'writer' and thinking myself of a bit of a word dabbler, I looked back up at him surprised and said "thank you ... yes" ... turned around and walked off, realisation came running behind me waving a

little note that said "hey dick head he said 'rider'".

Miniature gers ... a photo I've altered with the very cool 'Tilt Shift Maker' that i found out about on Sophism Press ... see more and make your own here ...

This rider says goodnight ...