Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

I start to walk away; time to make my big exit. I’m almost
at the door when I hear the question.
“What do you mean, next time?”
3 Postcards from the Edge
God, it’s hot. 85 degrees in old money, in the sodding
shade. I know Brazil is a hot country, but even the locals
say this is ridiculous for the time of year. And I thought
Sunnyhell was hot. Mind you, some of that was the
infernal variety, but even so. Must be the English blood -
not designed for this kind of heat. Now steamy I don’t
mind, but that’s a different thing altogether.
Time for another beer, not that I need an excuse, but
still. Helps wash the taste of that bloody German tourist
out my mouth. Who in their right mind eats Sauerkraut
anyhow? Makes the blood taste – smelly. Nice room,
though. Must be costing Attila the Hun there a pretty
penny. All mod cons. Fully stocked mini bar, but not for