Last night I met up with Karin and Phillip. They have asked me to go the back waters with them. At first I was worried that they’d offered just because they felt sorry for me, but they assured me that this was not the case and, that they would like the pleasure of my company for a couple of days. Karin then said that she felt it only fair to tell me that she is a clean freak and Phillip likes to play the ukulele. Both of those things I can totally live with (although it does depend how accomplished the ukulele playing is, I suppose). At that stage I should’ve probably told them my failings but I think it’s funnier for them to find out as the weekend unfolds. It all very much depends on the level of booze there is on board the boat.
We had dinner with a Swedish lady called Tina. Tina is 47 and as fit as a butcher’s dog. She must go to the gym every day for hours on end (I on the other hand, can’t even remember what the inside of a gym looks like). She has a body to die for and money has been well spent on her perfect rack. Annoyingly she is also super nice. There’s always a part of me that hopes, if someone is that hot then there should to be a defect somewhere else, to level it out. Take Taylor for example. Fit as fuck, but probably the dullest man on the planet (Jokes. Love you paedo).
After dinner we headed back to a party at the local restaurant. We were told that a famous Kerala singer was going to be performing. When we got there it was in full steam. There were about 7 Indian men crowded around the main man. It was like Beatle (or more John Denva) Mania. It was very cutting edge. The back catalogue of John Denver tunes was pumped out into the early hours. Who doesn’t love a bit of John Denver though? Unfortunately he didn’t sing Grandma’s feather bed which is a tragedy as it is one of my favourite songs of all time (Honestly. It’s sad but true).
Karin and Phil’s place was right next to the restaurant and the music was still really loud by the time they went to bed. Karin wasn’t bothered though and said it would be in ideal opportunity to have really loud sex. I love people who always look on the bright side of life. Before Karin went to bed, she had a massive barny with an American bloke who was being a pompous misguided prick. She let him have both barrels. It was spectacular to watch and for once I wasn’t involved. Win, win.
Mel was out this evening. He is the guy from New York who wants to see the poverty! He’s actually a whole heap cooler than I'd first given him credit for. We have big, deep, meaningful conversations about all sorts of shit. We disagree on most things but I love a bit of debate (shocked again, eh). After a couple of beers I do though have a tendency to deviate too much (I’m very easily distracted). I end up losing all hope of ever getting back to my original point, which is shit if you’re comprehensively trying to win an argument.
I was telling Mel that I’m trying to write a book. He asked what it was about. I said it was a modern day comedy romance i.e. including internet dating and social networking. He said I should call it You’ve got no mail. I’m still laughing now. If I ever write this book I am so nicking that title. Cheers Mel.
We had dinner with a Swedish lady called Tina. Tina is 47 and as fit as a butcher’s dog. She must go to the gym every day for hours on end (I on the other hand, can’t even remember what the inside of a gym looks like). She has a body to die for and money has been well spent on her perfect rack. Annoyingly she is also super nice. There’s always a part of me that hopes, if someone is that hot then there should to be a defect somewhere else, to level it out. Take Taylor for example. Fit as fuck, but probably the dullest man on the planet (Jokes. Love you paedo).
After dinner we headed back to a party at the local restaurant. We were told that a famous Kerala singer was going to be performing. When we got there it was in full steam. There were about 7 Indian men crowded around the main man. It was like Beatle (or more John Denva) Mania. It was very cutting edge. The back catalogue of John Denver tunes was pumped out into the early hours. Who doesn’t love a bit of John Denver though? Unfortunately he didn’t sing Grandma’s feather bed which is a tragedy as it is one of my favourite songs of all time (Honestly. It’s sad but true).
Karin and Phil’s place was right next to the restaurant and the music was still really loud by the time they went to bed. Karin wasn’t bothered though and said it would be in ideal opportunity to have really loud sex. I love people who always look on the bright side of life. Before Karin went to bed, she had a massive barny with an American bloke who was being a pompous misguided prick. She let him have both barrels. It was spectacular to watch and for once I wasn’t involved. Win, win.
Mel was out this evening. He is the guy from New York who wants to see the poverty! He’s actually a whole heap cooler than I'd first given him credit for. We have big, deep, meaningful conversations about all sorts of shit. We disagree on most things but I love a bit of debate (shocked again, eh). After a couple of beers I do though have a tendency to deviate too much (I’m very easily distracted). I end up losing all hope of ever getting back to my original point, which is shit if you’re comprehensively trying to win an argument.
I was telling Mel that I’m trying to write a book. He asked what it was about. I said it was a modern day comedy romance i.e. including internet dating and social networking. He said I should call it You’ve got no mail. I’m still laughing now. If I ever write this book I am so nicking that title. Cheers Mel.
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