Kitsch, new year and a dictator

It was the most kitschy new year party ever! :) It was unbelievable, the theme was 'jungle' and the party was truly wild... the music, wilder... For the first time in my life I heard Eagles' Hotel California, playing with bhangra beats! After getting over the initial shock of an Eagles' purist, I think I quite enjoyed it! The DJ was brave, but he sure pulled it off!

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It is a fact of life that where kitsch abounds, men will try to hit on women.

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If there was one person who enjoyed the kitsch more than me, it could only be my visiting Belarussian mate, Maryna. She has had absolutely no exposure to this kind of music until three days ago. I know she loved it, it was different, but she had fun.

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Sea-lover that I am, made bold this year to dip my feet into the chill waters of a night sea. Hmmm... creeps and garbage on the Marina's sands notwithstanding, it was truly enjoyable. The smell of the sea and its spray, its rowdy waves, for me at least, is heaven.

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In the spirit of the season, Happy New YEar folks! I have a good feeling about this year... :) P'raps even a short tale! :)

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It also strikes me that if you want to turn a mass murderer, dictator, despot into a hero overnight you might want to call George Dubya Bush at his Texas ranch for advice. He's the best you can get.