Valley of the Trolley Dollies

It is with great sadness and irritation that I report I will not be able to go on my pre-booked “Discover Derek’s Dublin Dirt” trip tomorrow.

The MSOD (mysterious sudden onset disease) I’ve succumbed to must be conquered (at least before Sunday when Larry and I fly to Nice to begin a 7-day cruise around the Italian Mediterranean). Interesting that I started feeling ill not long after I started writing on VOTTD. Hmm, perhaps that’s where I caught this bug.
So, in order to get healthy, I’m staying homebound another day. Doctor says it’s probably viral, but I’m on antibiotics just in case.

All right then, can I get a big “Awwwww, poor baby Bobby” from the crowd?

Thanks for that, I’m feeling better already.
If my moles are correct, the boys may very well be coming back with some MSODs of their own.

It’s like they’re kids again, bless. Playing in the water. Frolicking with the critters.

My moles have told me the boys spent several hours in an sunken Egyptian-style bathhouse yesterday. Getting squeaky clean no doubt. The Germans do love their cleanliness, don’t they?

Today has been spent at the zoo. Apparently the bears there are so cuddly.

But were they as cuddly as Nico?

Hmmmm.

Unconfirmed rumors alledge the boys have broken out of rehab and escaped to more leathery climes.

I’m awaiting photographic evidence from a nubile young local who goes by the nom du go go “Oliver”, but I did see on gaydar.de that Berlin’s Gay Pride Parade was cut short yesterday when marshalls shouted at two “unnamed UK tourists”, their bullhorn-amplified echoes of “Step away from the NIVEA float. Step away from the NIVEA.”

Moisturize or perish.