English Chicks

I told Steve that I needed to work (‘ark at me, like I’ve even got a job), as I needed some alone time.  While he was out he bumped into some English girls that he had met in Cochin so said that we would all go out to dinner.  How very exciting.  English people to speak to!

We went to a really nice restaurant.  The girls (Anna, Rachel and Carrie) rocked up and they are all adorable.  They are fine art students in their final year of uni.  They’re only 21 but have their heads totally screwed on (probably more than me, although that’s probably not that hard).  It felt so good to laugh at stuff that other people just don’t seem to get.  I love the humour of the Brits.  I’ve missed it so much.  This could be the happiest I have been since I got here.  

Get this, I even had a steak and it was bloody delicious.  It was the first piece of beef I’ve had, in what feels like forever.  Puducherry has a French quarter so there are a whole host of French restaurants (the down side is that it’s full of French).  It’s nice to have a change from Indian food and have a night off of the carbs (ignoring the buckets of Kingfisher I consumed).

On the other table an English man and his little son, from the guest house were having their dinner.  I went over to speak to them as I’d had a chat earlier on and was pretty smitten with the little boy Frankie.  He is only 6 but speaks like he’s about 15.  He has a little red mohican and is probably the coolest kid in school.  Within minutes the dad was telling me how he was just getting off heroin (him, not Frankie).  Shouldn’t that conversation come a bit later on?  I think I just have that kind of face where people feel its okay to tell me stuff.  I don’t really know why cause I'm shocking round a secret.  I can’t keep one for toffee, not even my own.

Another thing that happened today was I attempted to ride a motorbike.  It was disastrous!! I now understand why Dad was so embarrassed when I was learning to ride a bike.  I have got to be the most retarded driver known to man.  Within about two seconds I was very nearly in a ditch.  I gave up shortly afterwards, not only for my own safety but for the safety of all the people, dogs and cattle in Auroville.  I’ve been involved in two road traffic accidents just by walking so it was probably a terrible idea in the first place.  I won't be doing it again (you can sleep easy, Dad) any time soon.