Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NAKED LUNCH."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Naked Lunch."



In JANE AUSTEN's time (1800's) there WAS no lunch. 18th. Century gentry chowed down Breakfast around 10 in the morning or whenever their "coiffure" was presentable, till dinner, sometime around eight in the evening.

Today's Minions on (NYC) Wall Street FEAR IT! -Lunch is for "wimps" and a sign of weakness which is why Candy Bar manufacturers are always a good investment: I recommend SNEAKERS.

Artists? THEY "brunch" eternal, or whatever they can get their hands on! -I DO!

Scientists never eat which is why the advancement of Mankind is in the sewer.

Lunch-advised, is the most serious swill-fest of the day but afternoon/digest coma-naps defeat the
object of maximum-food-nutrition generated activity!

MOVIE-FOLKS "attend" Lunch, scarcely digest anything except Pills/Cocaine, forever under threat, except to acknowledge to their Broadway/Hollywood superiors, if they "fuck up/go public: they'll never eat lunch in this town again!"

Politicians, on the other hand are complete "Trenchermen/Trencher women", and are the  first to gather at any available Trough and gobble down anything offered: It's not their dime!

Killers, murderers, rapists quite abstain. More severe Cardinal Sins preoccupy their dead constitutions.

Tyrants; Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, Cesare Borgia oddly tend to be Luncheon-frugal.... Luncheon guests? -BEWARE!

So! Who are U?...


c2016/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca-Sicily.