Gig

It appears I can’t even leave my front door without ended up at an entirely different venue that I’d originally intended.  On Thursday night I planned to go for an Italian meal (as you do when you’re in India) instead I ended up in a small venue, packed with yoga loving, long haired hippies, listening to a live band.  It was pretty cool actually.  I didn’t fancy the drummer though which was a bit upsetting as I generally always fancy drummers.  The lead guitarist was away with the fairies.  He seemed to be channelling the spirit of Hendrix (badly).  The other one looked like an Indian Slash (minus the hat).  It wasn’t really my cup of tea but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I’ve uploaded a video for your viewing pleasure.

I got a lift back from one of Steve’s mates who decided that he would try to kiss me.  This would have been bad enough anyway but at the time I was on the back of his bike and he was driving!!  Cheers for that mate.  You might want to watch where you're going and fuck right off.  My experience of Indian men is that they really don’t get a lot of action.  They are all like 14 year old boys who want to hump the world.  Walking erections, the lot of ‘em.   This could be a long and tiresome few months. 

I had to pop out to get some fags so wandered along to the shop and saw Machu sitting on the pavement.. Machu is a disabled guy I have met a few times.   He's unable to walk and has limited use of his arms but he is a fantastic artist.  I’m never quite sure how he gets about as he has no wheelchair or walking aids.  I think his mates just pick him and leave him places.  It’s all quite strange.  He said he knew I was going away to Goa but wanted me to know that he was going to draw a picture of me while I was away, which I could see when I got back.   I was quite touched until he asked what size and colour my nipples were, so that he could get the picture accurate.  Euukk!!!