British reserve still intact Sgt Major sir!
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Umalas,
Indonesia
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Life has been pretty dull the last week - Holiday has brought with it a heatwave that has sucked the life out of me. I have managed to go out a couple of nights but nothing massive and certainly no talent to speak of!
Adi continues to be inexplicably attractive, despite, or quite possibly because of, the number of girls he is now dating / sleeping with... Uurrgghh! Why oh why has god not sent me a straight acting, man lover, with a large IQ and love of walking in cold rain and playing games, (of all varieties) with possibly a minor deformity somewhere, (just a facial scar or missing limb - nothing excessive) who is completely and totally smitten with me?!? Honestly it's not too much to ask after a life time of turning my back on religion and not speaking to him for ten years, (although we seem to be on better terms recently). Really it's almost enough to make me want to try helping myself and start actively looking for him!! Almost.
I went to Helena's temporary house for drinks, (lucky cow! She landed a 120 million Rp house for free for two weeks from a parent who heard she was homeless!!) for those of you unfamiliar with Helena let me paint a brief portrait... She is a crazy woman from Spain - or more accurately from Catalonia, a bit like the Welsh, English divide, she does not really think of herself as Spanish. Yay for cultural diveristy amoungst all mankind! She is a bit older than me and has been married, she has also worked in Finland and Ireland before coming here... She went to work in Ireland not speaking English... Can you imagine?? It's bad enough here in Bali where most people speak my language a bit... She is fun and a bit wild. Life is never dull when she's around, as you will see shortly! She is currently dating an Indonesian, from Java, called Agung, who is much too good at chess for my liking! He is gorgeous and has a nice personality as well... Clearly unfair!
Anyway was at Helena's villa for drinks and a couple of Agung's friends were there as well - a moderately attractive guitar player and a skinny Transvestite in male form called Donny, (Donna at night). Was forced to down a shot of Arak every two minutes or so - yeuch, rats piss mixed with white spirit - for the majority of the evening and to sing! Those of you who know me will know I would rather skin my own face, fry it in butter and eat it, than sing in public!! But was quite a fun evening until suddenly people were being thrown in the pool and they were naked! How rude! Needless to say I kept a British reserve and did not join in this hedonistic display of carnality! Well there was no-one there I was likely to hook up with so...? Agung had other ideas and unceremoniously snatched me up and dumped me in the pool, shortly afterwards joining Helena in ripping my clothing from me like a scene from some bad horror flick! (This is what happened and any reports of a struggle and chase ending with me gripping the kitchen bar and refusing to let go for five minutes is entirely a figment of some, licentious, peoples imaginations!). Needless to say I was simultaneously mortified and amused. Luckily for me I had discreetly nipped to the toilet and emptied my pockets and swopped my underware for swimming shorts so was not totally dismayed at finding myself in the pool... Was a strange free feeling being unfettered in the water... took me back to happy times in Switzerland, Greece, Cardiff and playing place the bottle in Annecy one time while it rained. Yay! for freedom and the spirit of the sixties. Needless to say I behaved modestly and discreetly until it was time to get dressed again before passing out in the guest bedroom, (with the door firmly locked!) Yay! for the spirit of the sixties being along time ago and very far away from me! Far too old and stuffy to engage in this kind of lifestyle!
The next day was awakened by Helena telling me the Landlord had called the parent who had given Helena the house and the parent had called Helena to ask what was going on? Some kind of wild party which had resulted in smashed and broken property! Worried I got up and surveyed the scene outside... spotless! Nothing broken and no damage! Admittedly everyone's clothing from the previous night was strewn across the garden like some sad laundry day post hurricane, but that was quickly tidied up, (apart from the jeans and pants we never could get down off the roof... but the added to the decor I felt...) And twenty minutes later the next prospective tenants were shown round. I having nothing to wear smiled happily from an armchair unfazedly wrapped in a towel and sipping a hot cup of tea. Yay! for British stiff upper lips!
Later that day helped Helena move to her new house! Nice and three bedroom... Nice location and only 42 million... Damn but I got stiffed on my house! Oh well will do better next time... if I stay?!?
Anyway, signing out for now pep's
Love to everyone, unreservedly this time, in the spirit of this weeks blog!
Ixxx
Comments
dumb ass
only people who know you will be able to log on to your facebook to answer the question. although this complet absence of logic should come as no suprprise to someone who does know you.
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