25.11.25 - Em tempo de guerra, urubu é frango

Halloooo,

Hope all well. We've had a busy week, including going out for a nice meal for Gabi's birthday on Wednesday, hanging out with Fernanda and her kids on Thursday, meeting up with friends for an all-you-can eat buffet and to tell them The Good News on Saturday, and taking in back-to-back concerts over the weekend. 

The first was Chitãozinho & Xororó, sertanejo legends and apparently close friends with Ridaut, who blagged us some free tickets. Then on Sunday we headed down south to Morumbi stadium, for the final date of Oasis' 2025 world tour, which was absolutely excellent and has left me absolutely knackered going into the working week. 

I've also made another compilation, and my phrase of the day ("em tempo de guerra, urubu é frango") translates as "in times of war, a vulture is a chicken" - in other words, when the chips are down, you make do with what you have. 

And that's about it for now - speak sooooon!

It's overflowing gently, but it's all elementary my Fred

18.11.25 - Pagar a língua

Hallooooo,

Hope all well. We had a fairly typical week back at work after our northeastern adventures, heading out on Saturday so Gabi could record a psychology podcast, followed by pizza at Zila's. 

I've made another mixtape, and my phrase of the day - "pagar a língua", or "to pay for one's tongue" - means to have your own words come back to haunt you, in some form or other. 

And that's about it for now - speak soon!

Seasonal A-Fred-ctive Disorder

11.11.25 - Quem quer rir tem que fazer rir

Halloooo,

This weekend my years of influencer schtick finally paid off, with an all-expenses-paid junket to the Beach Park resort in sunny Fortaleza, which was just what the doctor ordered. 

We spent most of our time there eating (the food was great, and mostly on an all-you-can-eat basis) but also checked out the nearby pools, water park, beach and quaint little village. We were also whisked off to a new nature park down the road, which was notable for having lots of parrots. 

Very fun and relaxing all round, and all I had to do was record some videos, which I was going to do anyway. Accordingly, my phrase of the week means "he who wants to laugh, must make laugh" - "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours", essentially. No compilation this time, I'd just listen to the new Rosalia album instead!

Speak soooon,

Minor Fred

04.11.25 - É só levantar do caixão que o velorio acaba

Halloooo,

Hope all well. 

We were all set to go to Rio on Thursday, when all sorts of horrible stuff went down there. Between that and the rubbish weather forecast, we decided to postpone our trip until early next year, and instead had a relatively quiet weekend in, give or take a trip to the cinema, and to the Oktoberfest street party down the road.

I'm on holiday for the week, and will hopefully be off oop north on Thursday unless the whole thing is a cruel prank or hoax. In the meantime I've been pottering about town checking out places I wanted to visit but couldn't because of work, tinkering with my media empire and sorting out flat stuff so we can move as soon as possible. 

I've also made another compilation, and this week's phrase is a particular favourite of mine, which translates as "if you get up out of the coffin, the wake is over" and is all about shaking off inertia to overcome difficult situations. 

And that's about it - speak soon!

Beating a Fred Horse

28.10.25 - Restaurante que serve farofa não tem ventilador

Halloooo,

Hope all well. On Sunday we hosted our first BBQ at the new building, to celebrate Zila's birthday and surprise the extended family with the good news. It went very well and we now have a fridge full of leftovers to eat before we head off to Rio on Thursday.

In other news, I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day translates as "a restaurant that serves farofa [a sand-like side dish which we made way too much of at the weekend] doesn't have ceiling fans". As far as I can tell it's a "you can't have your cake and eat it too" situation, but don't quote me on that.

And that's about it - speak soon!

EraserFred

21.10.25 - Pra quem está se afogando, jacaré é tronco

Halloooo,

Hope all well. It's still unnaturally cold here as we move into November (!), so we've been hunkered down at home, heading out only for Taynah's daughter's birthday party on Saturday. Even football on Wednesday was cut short by a twisted ankle, although it's all better now!

In other news, I've made another mixtape, and my phrase of the day is "for he who is drowning, an alligator is a tree trunk" - presumably a spin on "desperate times call for desperate measures"...

And that's about it for now - speak soon!

Fred the Needle

15.10.25 - Comer capim pela raíz

Halloooo! Slightly later than usual!

Hope all well. We were in Indaiatuba over the weekend, following on from a fancy birthday party for Bruna's grandmother, how as turning 90 - featuring two live bands, pyramids of trifle and all the flowers you could eat. 

Elsewhere, work continues on the flat, I've made another compilation, and my phrase of the day means "to eat grass by the root" - or, um, to die and be buried. And that's about it for now - speak soon!

Frod x