18.01.22 - Assobiar e chupar cana ao mesmo tempo

Hallooooo,

Hope all well! I ventured into the big city last week for the annual Sherlock get-together, worked in the new office for a few days, swanned around Vila Madalena and got to know a lot of people I hadn't met in person until now, which was a nice change of pace. I had to brush off my Spanish to chat with the Latin American contingent, and ended up giving an on-camera interview for an awards jury (which will probably end up on the cutting room floor, but still).

On Friday we had our belated "Christmas party" which was most fun and featured a short set by myself and a guy called Mauricio, who had rented out a full PA as well as a studio to rehearse in the night before. At which point Gaby showed up, also in town for some in-person sessions, and we headed back the next day having run some errands in town.

And on Sunday we went to a cool deck bar in Indaiatuba, which was BBQ-centric but also catered to our newfound veggie leanings, with a copious salad buffet and triple-lemon caipirinhas - a cool new find! No compilation this week due to my to-ings and fro-ings, but the phrase of the week - "to whistle and suck sugar cane at the same time" - is roughly equivalent to "have your cake and eat it too".

Speak soon!

Once, Twice, Three Times a Freddy

11.01.22 - Vai pentear macacos

Halloooo,

Hope all well and sorry I was late to the family Zoom the other day - barbecuing duty called! Not much to report this week amid all the rain and unseasonal cold, although we did drive over to Itu the other night to check out a Napolitan-style pizzeria which was rather yummy. And we're holding steady with veggie January so far!

Tomorrow I'm off to Vila Madalena for a few days to work from the Sherlock office, culminating in our staff party on Friday, where I've been roped into playing a short set with a  bassist colleague - we meet and rehearse on Thursday so let's see how that goes. 

I've made a new mixtape, and my delightful phrase of the week ("vai pentear macacos") means "go and comb some monkeys", i.e. "go away and do something else, I'm busy".

And on that note,

Speak soon!

Fred-dom! '90

04.01.22 - Do couro se faz a correia

Halloooo,

Hope all well in 2022 so far! We're back to work after a laid-back New Year's Eve involving plenty of food and champers at home, followed by a lot of flopping about half-heartedly musing on our plans for the new year, ignoring the feral children pacing around outside. 

That's about it so far - we did go out of our way to do as little as possible after all, which is good news for our inner workings but doesn't make for a great blog. I have, however, made a new mixtape for the new year, and my phrase of the day ("from leather comes the belt") basically means "nothing comes from nothing". So there's that.

Speak soon!

Away in a manger, no crib for a Fred

29.12.21 - Jacaré que vacila vira bolsa de madame

Halloooo,

Hope all well witchu. In the amorphous post-Christmas haze I seem to have forgotten what day it is, hence the lateness of this week's email. 

The festive period was fine, in that we had the in-laws and all the grandparents over for more than 24 hours and no one fell out with each other. We were then swallowed by a tropical storm while driving Zila back to São Paulo, and our brakes began to give out on the way back, prompting an emergency stop at the local garage. 

The best bit of the holidays so far has been the last two days of absolute inertia, where the most taxing item on my agenda has been retro-fitting Gaby's old iPhone for myself.  May it last until we have to go back to work on Monday...

No compilation to speak of this week, other than this out-of-date Christmas one, but I do have a rather cool new phrase which translates as "a hesitating alligator becomes a lady's purse" - basically, "you snooze, you lose".

Speak soon!

Once in Royal David's City, stood a lowly cattle Fred

21.12.21 - Pimenta nos olhos dos outros é refresco

Hallooooo,

Greetings from Indaiatuba, where we're clinging on for dear life until the Xmas hols (Gaby's start today, mine tomorrow!). 

No sooner had Gaby and I recovered from a nasty dose of the flu, I was stricken with a mystery fever during an overnight trip to São Paulo and had to rough it out in a series of cafés until we could head home to rest up. Meanwhile our garden continues to be overrun by feral children and termites, Berry seems hell-bent on escape and even Valente briefly turned into a merciless apex predator on Sunday, catching, crushing and eating a bird whole as we ineffectually tried to stop him. Long story short, we could really do with a few days off!

In other news I've made a new mixtape, and my phrase of the day ("pepper in the eyes of another is refreshing") has something to do with downplaying other people's problems, or ignoring them altogether ("we always find the strength to bear the misfortunes of others", and all that). Oh and I finally finished the new Beatles documentary, which I can thoroughly recommend if you've got a spare 8 hours and a Disney+ subscription.

Speak soon!

Fred List for International Travel

14.12.21 - Cantou vitória antes da hora

Halloooo,

Hope all well and you had a whizzy jolly pre-Christmas time in England! Very much enjoyed the photos, and will happily contribute to a Powys Christmas single if that's still in the works. 

Over here we've been holding it together as the Xmas break looms ever closer, and first myself then Gaby succumbed to a pretty nasty cold. At the weekend we went to Aldeia da Serra for Bruna's parents annual pre-Xmas barbeque (my first in years, because of Covid and ill-fated European business trips), which was the usual maelstrom of food, drink and weird animatronic Christmas decorations, marred by one of the +1's misreading the room and getting extremely drunk and disorderly overnight.

Since then we've been entertaining the neighbourhood stray kids as they're on holiday, and preparing for a trip to São Paulo next weekend; I've made a new compilation; and my phrase of the day ("singing 'victory' ahead of time") is a cautionary tale for anyone counting their chickens before they hatch, as far as I can tell.

Speak soon!

Fred Guardian

07.12.21 - Quem converte não se diverte

Halloooo,

Lovely to see you all and hope all well in that there UK. 

I'm back in Brazil after a harrowing 32-hour trip, and back to writing these, having taken a week off on the basis that I was actually in the country, so you all knew what I was up to without my having to write it down. The same applies to this week's entry, but for the sake of my inner completist, let's recap:

I set off to London to catch up on my fish and chips and drizzle, before heading to Ely to see Tom & Grace, then on to Bergh Apton in the freezing rain to see Grandpa, Brenna, Callum and the wee bairns, put on an impromptu puppet show and head back to Stansted, on to Nice and then Antibes, only to be whisked across the border the next day to hang out with Juliet et al in Erli for a few days, which was rather lovely. Then back to Antibes for acapella singing, Scrabble and fish curry.

The trip back went about as well as it could have gone and was still utterly unbearable, with a ten-hour stopover in plugless Portuguese purgatory, a mad dash to get a last-minute lateral flow test in a shady parking lot, and a brutal two-hour slog through Brazilian immigration. I'm still getting over it to be honest, but it's good to be back.

I have a new compilation but Spotify is having one of its tantrums and isn't letting me upload it, so it'll have to wait. And my phrase of the day ("if you convert, you don't have fun") is often ruefully muttered by Brazilians before heading on holiday to countries with much stronger currencies than theirs.

Speak soon!

Fred Lightly