Table Top Sale @ Shern Hall Methodist Church June 11th 2011

Since I’ve decided to move to Poland I need to ditch a whole lot of stuff FAST! And since I like trying new things all the time… why not a table top sale. Leave home and realise that the bus I need has been diverted so it wont be passing my way. Walk to the station bus stop. And see a while back one of my ‘mentors’ shared a method to help improve eye contact and I’ve been doing that ever since. Basically when you’re walking you look at the person coming towards you and you hold it for longer than they hold it kinda thing. Well that was not the way to go this morning coz I did that to this dude that looked like Xzibit. And ever after passing me we kept looking at each other. I don’t know why I was still looking but I knew he was ‘tryna ack somebody’. So he’s like what you looking at. I’m like I don’t know and I don’t know why. Well I didn’t say that to him… it came out more like… what are you looking at? Lol I don’t know the exact words but he come over to me. Pulls out a bandana and wraps it around his fist. I’m still like I don’t know why I’m not reacting to this. So I’m still standing there. He’s like you’re looking at me like you know me. I’m like you look familiar. And all the time he’s talking in the weirdest way I’ve heard. Kinda like Tyson but not so high pitched and with no eye contact and sucking his teeth after every other word. I couldn’t even debate if I should tango with him coz I work in a prison now and don’t want to take any risks. But at the same time I’m not gonna walk away. He stepped to me, he’s gonna step away too. So I get in a discussion with him and NLP it to a totally different frame. Still sticking with I think I know you. Until he was tired of saying you don’t know me and walked. Phew! I didn’t want no bandana marks on my face.

Get to Walthamstow Station and the floor clearing is doing his thing with his machine. If someone is in the way he just whistles and carries on. But this morning we have a specially dumb crowd. See he circles round outwards so say he started from the seats the next circle he’s make would be a bit more away from the seats and the next round even further away right? But these dumbasses move exactly where he’s gonna be coming in his next round!

Get to the Methodist Church. I was thinking there’d be a lot of usual Jesus or Bible marketing or at least some sort of preaching. NONE AT ALL! Hell after I set up I noticed a proper mix of people. Even a muslim family selling things. Nobody buying yet. Find a Justin Timberlake biography for 30p… thought I’d get it for Viv but he declined. One of the ladies next to me pointed out this dog that looked like it was wearing dentures. It really cracked her up and I still couldn’t see. I gotta admit… it was funny when I saw it. Finally sell my mobile, in Swahili, for 3 quid to a Somali dude. Same lady tells me that Somalian dude wants everything for free so watch out and don’t negotiate too low. Somalian dude comes back and returns the phone coz it’s got a 2 pin charger! Oh well sold it for 5 quid later.

Now this other lady behind me was a proper old mama. Just sitting there selling grandchildren merchandise. At one point she farted and yes I’m sticking with it. She did it and I know it in my heart and soul. I was the first to smell it and then the other lady. Other lady went to the loo and got air freshener. And the old lady is still sitting in her chair… everybody else has moved! Other lady got really pissed at started hinting to older later that people should go do that kinda stuff elsewhere if they feel the urge. And older lady was defending the farter… talking about oh it’s natural and people can’t help it etc. SEE it’s all pointing to her… she’s guilty! I should fart back! Hehehe.

Have a nice curry chicken and rice lunch. All these lovely old people working in this church. It didn’t even look like a church… more like a school hall or something. I wanted to get rid of stuff so bad I gave away some videos and DVDs right from the start till the end. Older and other lady are bitching about all other things. Give things away since everyones closing up. Towards packing a kinda ‘slow’ lady comes to my table, looks at things and asks if she can take stuff for her ‘boyfriend’ and she’s pay me next month. I was like I’m not coming back honey. She just kept talking about her boyfriend and how he loves playing PS etc. One of the frequenters gives me a look like that says I’m the victim this week. I didn’t really mind, poor thing wanted to talk and feel something. I felt useful.

So back to Walthamstow. I discover a new route since my main bus is being diverted anyway so explore it. I’m so glad I did. This muslim uncle was the driver and he was one of those happy noisy people. Before driving off he’s like ‘is everyone ready for the ride’, singing away and at turns he’s be like ‘hold tight!’. Give away most of the rest of the stuff at the British Heart Foundation. The lady was looking at me like why do you have women’s shoes. And then she was like you gave me all apart from that one pair. I didn’t have the heart to give those… I want money for those!!! Home, dump, gym. I’d cancelled my membership at the gym yesterday and wanted to confirm today but that stuck up receptionist Sunny is like you should have asked for this and that. And I’m like how am I supposed to know the procedures that YOUR STAFF ARE MEANT TO KNOW!??? Anyway gonna make sure it’s cancelled. So I have till end of July. Do my saturday hour of cardio watching Samurai Champloo… I’ve watched a few episodes and not too impressed so wont be continuing that. Get home to Adeel and Rihanna cleaning the kitchen big time. So I was like wicked things are getting sorted and the Bangla boys are not here so I’m gonna have a good night… yeah right.

Adeel and Tony (Bulgarian housemate) decide to have a drinking session. Woken up at 2am with pumping music and guys shouting. I mentioned elsewhere that I usually still stay in bed, open my door and request to keep it down. So there I am trying to tell them to keep it down. Adeel has stepped out of the house by now so when I shout YO, Tony thinks it’s Adeel and just shouts YO back. At one point he dances out of the living room and sees my head and freaks out. Trying to figure out why I’m kneeling at my door. I’m like turn it down a notch please. So he runs in the living room, Adeel walks in the house passing my door and sees my head too. He’s giving me a look like why is my head a quarter way up the floor and horizontal. I don’t know if I wanna laugh or cry or just funk it and join them.

London Lovin 28th May – 4th June

Most pics on my FB album here.

Saturday 28th – Wake, meditate. Leyton station is closed. Stress thinking I’m gonna be late but by the time I reach Brent Cross for my Bus to Luton, I’m 3 hours early! All good I have my lovely ebook reader and watch Death Note anime (big up Claudia and Tom for the recommendation). So at the bus stop we see this Jewish lady pass with 5 kids and one in the oven. Myself and this elderly African gentleman just keep watching for a while trying to calculate… he said something about her not getting a break and I was like ‘yup, 9 months and back in business’. Get to the airport and kill time at arrivals. See a whole bunch of Barcelona fans coming out in bursts. Watch my English teaching vids.

Alina is in the house! Get to Baker Street, give Nahom a shout to see if he’s in Regents park for a quick catch up. This homeless dude selling Big Issue was so determined to get a sale I told him I usually get one but not this time. Then he looks at Alina and it was so cute coz he had this puppy dog look saying you have to buy it. And she had the puppy dog look saying I don’t know what you want. Until I told him she’s from Poland and does not have the currency. Some note about Temerarie? Get home and we’re so drained we take a Nap. Now I’d warned many times and in many ways how disturbing my house is. The walls are thin, lots of Bangla boys coming and going… even folks that don’t stay here will be cooking in the kitchen and all. And my room is next to the front door, living room and kitchen. Well they were all there. But we still managed to fall asleep coz of the fatigue. It’s weird… when we sleep together I get jerks that I usually only get when impressions are being released during my meditations. A wake up with a scare coz I heard one of the kids outside. And all the kid said was ‘lala’. Alina said she didn’t hear anything… and the laughing begins. Bangla guys make noise till about 2am.

Sunday 29th – Usually these guys have no memory so nearly every other night I have to remind them to close the kitchen door if they’re gonna cook late. Close their room door if they’re gonna talk loudly. Turn down the tv volume if they’re watching stuff after 11pm, etc. So I usually just do it from my bed. This time I reach round to open the door and Alina grabs my hand thinking I’m going to leave her. Aw + lol moment. I get a weird dream about Shanell biking or making me bike from Hurlingham or something. Brekkie. Alina is like I can’t stand it here 1 night how have you managed for 1 year. I explained guruji’s thing about at least keep one problem to chew on. And that I wanted to push my tolerance for a few months but then I met her and knew I could deal with it till I figured out my next move. Shop for tea coz she loves her teas. Go to the gym, hook Alina up with my ebook reader to watch some Planet Earth stuff while I get swole. Rest. Introduce her to (…) and clothes. Move to the Juri’s ex room since he’s moved out. Alina’s happy so I’m happy. Cook. Sneak ciggy. Eat, chill, massage, sleep. Wow in this room the noises are louder but since it’s upstairs it’s much less in quantity.

Monday 30th – Feed my baby smoked salmon, cheese spread. And strawberry and fruit yogurt for dessert. Sleep. Get Alina some paracetamol. Walk down Green Street coz she wants some Indian clothes. Figure out the difference between Salwar Khamees, Churidar, Chuni and Punjabi suit. I wanted to get some Kofis (those muslim hats). Before I go in I hide my crux and tell the guy I’m buying it for a muslim friend (just in case he’s gonna be like it’s only for our peoples). Alina is like I thought you wanted for yourself till I told her the plan later. Get a couple of dope ones. Get some Indian food. Introduce Alina to Mitho Paan and Manikchand. She loves the Manikchand. Bump into Bhavni doing shopping for Sach’s wedding. Buy Alina a churidar. Get home and chill. I tell her about the sweetspot on my forehead and how it makes me happy and sleepy. She gives me a lovebite there. End up talking about Dr. Dre’s song – I Need a Doctor. So I tell her the NWA, Eminem, Dre story. Do a Hari Om Meditation. It’s about 28 minutes and I was gone for 20 minutes longer. And Alina was waiting all that time… when I finally come to and look at her… her mascara is running. So there we are… two people sitting crosslegged. One with a lovebitten forehead, one with smudged make up. Couldn’t be happier… well we could in a better place but for us we just feel total when we’re together. Get on the bus to go for Kriya and there is this guy that usually come on the 25 preaching about Freemasons. I was telling Alina that he usually carries big signs and is much louder. Just when we have to get off he busts out the signs. Turns out he was just preparing himself.

No Kriya happening in Ilford but some of the girls are gonna be taking everyone to the Canary Wharf Kriya. It was so packed and we were kinda late so we ended up on chairs in the back. And I was going in trance and nearly falling off the chair every now and then. Listen to some knowledge and I don’t know why we have this thing where the teachers want us to discuss the knowledge after the Kriya. I mean we’re in such a wicked state why get us out of it. I think it’s coz they just like the sound of their own voice! Raphel gives us a ride back and basically it was 3 Polish people in the car and me. The other Polish person was Kamila who reminds me of my mom when she was young. Get home and finally talk to the Pakistani dude thats moved in. Adil. And it’s back to bitching about how filthy these Bangla boys are. And that god awful stinky dry-fish. I wish there was a camera for scents so we could take memories of scents. It’s soooooo bad I don’t want to remember it but I want to share it with others. Back to my love and have a good sleep.

Tuesday 31st – All this moving suit cases around has got my nostrils sensitive again. Sneeze like crazy. Shopping in Stratford. Show Alina Camden. Just as we leave the station this dude selling cookbooks is like why don’t you want one. Is she your wife? No. When will you get married. Um… I’m like dude not only have you mess up the sale you’re gonna get me in trouble too. See some naked dude in a wheelchair. Oh beautiful Camden. Get Alina them hippie/traveller Thai style hoodie. We were both tired. I wanted to show her the world but the good thing when it comes to shopping is that we both know what we want… if it catches our eye will look again but otherwise don’t give me marketing. I wanted to show her a proper 3D movie but the Waterloo IMAX times were already gone. So walk along Thames instead. Usual tourist posing and roaming.

Head to China town. She tries out different dresses. She likes my choice in girl clothes and I like that she listens to me hahaha. Get her this long one instead of the short one. Trust me it was much sexier. I was still not giving up on the 3D cinema even though she was tired. But Stratford Picture House wasn’t happening either. There’s always tomorrow. Home, rest. Some more bitching with Adil. Now he likes to talk and Alina and I had plans of taking some crazy pics. Potato salad and tuna crunch dinner. Dress up and pics. Lots of jokes. (…). But I’m glad we talked. We really bonded and worked through it. I even felt something on my ‘first chakra’.

Wednesday 1st – More major sneezing. Plan what to do. Alina gets lost in the bathroom thinking. Kung Fu Panda 2 in 3D is on! Buttttt we went when kids were on holiday so it was not only noisy with kids but they were all eating all the junk so wrappers were being scrunched and crap was being crunched. At one point I tell Alina to look behind and we just see lines of kids in 3D glasses. One hand holding the junk, another hand moving it to the mouth while their faces were facing ahead. Bus to the city. Intro Alina to Wong Kei’s Aromatic Duck wrap and crispy pork belly. The bits she does not like… I LOVE. How convenient. Show her bits of Picadilly and Oxford. Shop for shoes. Tubes to Queensbury so I can intro her to Poussin too! Order takeaway though coz we were still full. Link with Sag and Poonam. Good to see Poonam’s appetite has improved. Sag orders some other stuff too so Alina got to try some Kenya/Indian cuisine. Paan and Manikchand of course. Catch a black dude digging his nose. I think my site still has this note about black folks digging their noses without a care in the world. I call it stimulating the brain or ‘the rotary telephone’. Alina can’t stop cracking up. Get home and we have to move out coz a Bangla couple is moving in the room. The wife is soooo not happy with the house. She’s like I don’t know why my husband chose this. Since then she’s been scattering all sorts of powders and bleaches all over the place. I’m starting to feel ill. Make Alina take more (…) clothes. She does some nose treatment to me that basically feels like my nose and lips are being burnt off with some ice-fire. I’m sick all night. Alina gets no sleep.

Thursday 2nd – Sick. Sleep all day. Alina goes for a walk. Bangla dudes have a lil party. Eat the take away Poussin. She doesn’t like the skin… I love the skin! Go for a walk around the park, pond, kids playing area, etc. Back in bed. Tell the Bangla boys to keep the doors closed. And then at 11pm Kamal has a wise idea to hoover the place. I open the door again and see him there. I didn’t even have to say anything he just stood there like a naughty boy caught and not knowing how to react. I wanted to blast him but it was so cute coz he looks like this midget bodybuilder. So I was like ‘you can do this tomorrow right?’. No problem. So that was another terrible night coz folks where coming and going constantly and I was in a bad state.

Wednesday 3rd – Alina tells me I woke up in the middle of my sleep asking her ‘where are your lips?’. Poussin brekkie. Alina wanted to see a church so go to Bow Church but it’s closed. So take her to my secret place. Candid Art Restaurant in Angel. Then go to St. Paul’s Cathedral. But we have to pay there and she wasn’t impressed enough so take more touristy pics. Back on the bus this rasta woman is playing a song I’d not heard in ages and she was enjoying it. Everyone else was falling asleep in the heat while she was singing and whine dancing in the seat. Print a gym pass just in case I recover enough to go for a session and Alina wants to workout, steam, sauna, etc. Look for house spirit for some Guasha treatment.

Ok … so like I said I warned Alina about the house especially the cockroaches right. I mean I have my own cutlery and crockery in my room. It’s bad news, bad news enough that you can’t miss 3 if you’re in the kitchen. One might be near the fridge, one in a drawer or cabinet and one near the dustbin. But Alina did not see one up until now! I must admit the whole week I’d been feeling like I was in those movies where the person keeps someone busy so they don’t know what is happening behind them. On day one when I was showing her where the hot water switch is I closed the door behind her and there it was. A cockroach (or as I call them now Bangla pet) on the door. So I’m trying to keep her focus on me… well not really trying coz she’s already so into me. But I’m trying not to look at the roach and keep her looking away from the other side of the room. This happened many a time and I even barred her from entering the kitchen till I got sick. Anyway so after all these days she sees one and poor thing breaks down. I was like it’s a small thing and people live in worse situations and just trying to change the mind frame with some NLP. She recovers and gives me a massage that left me scarred or like you know that wine stain Gorbachev has on his head? Most of my back looked liked that! And it was not painful, not funking painful… it was mother funking painful!!!! I was like you must have done it harder to get back at me for videoing you crying about a roach! Make Pau Bhaji. Give my baby a massage. Sleep.

Thursday 4th – Wake. (…). Pack. (…). Brekkie. Busses and tube missions. Do some Mahikari on Alina’s stomach for her pain. It drained me enough to knock me out. Luton. Goodbye. Back to watching Death Note. Get to the gym and for some reason I’m able to lift a hell of a lot more weight. Get home and now theres a Bangla meeting with peeps making speeches and clapping. I do some rapping. Skype with Twinx after months. Can’t sleep so watch stand-up comic Louis CK youtube.

Friday 5th – More Louis CK youtube. Big up Twinx for the Hilarious recommendation. But since I’m a Dane Cook fan. And Louis CK vs. Dane Cook is just as big as PC vs. Mac. All I’m gonna say is Louis CK is good but he’s like Dane Cook on valium. Or Dane Cook is like Louis CK on coke. Bangla wife Rianna is still cleaning the kitchen. Rain. Gym. Etc.

Bus Issues:
1 – Driver lady gets ramp out for wheelchair lady to get on bus. So lady and hubby get on and now the ramp won’t go in. Most bail for another bus. One person even gave wheelchair lady bad eyes! Where’s a gun when you need it ay?! Anyway so the Samaritan in me got his hands greased up trying to get the ramp in and managed to fix the first half (nearly at the cost of a finger)… but now frustrated driver is getting static from passengers. Poor thing is boxed in her seat listening to drama till this Indian dude came and started a whole new issue with her. Forget the gun, petrol and matches will do fine right now! Lol anyway I had a moral to this story. Oh yeah Seva helps you get phone numbers lol.

2 – Now there’s this one dude who normally hangs at bus stations and bothers ladies. He’s not got down syndrome but he does act, walk and look retarded/dim/stunted so the ladies never know how to react. There we were having a giggle while he was stepping from one sista to another. The ladies have different reaction but after they ‘escape’ they laugh too. Lol dude is too cool and thick. He saw me smiling at the situation so he starts talking to me. What is that. I say headphones. Can I try. Sure. After some more banter he asks me to buy him rechargeable batteries like mine. Then asks me to help him if the hottie tries to cut his lip. ???????? I’m like that’s your bin’ness man. Now I’m his buddy so he’s telling me how he has issues with girls. Dude comes real close when he talks. I’m like you’re in a bus station man folks just wanna go where they gotta get to. You should just sit or chill and if you like someone give em a smile don’t just step all in their grill. And what do you know, I’m getting smiles myself now. Gotta keep bus’ter around me in stations now, he’d scare the ladies and then I step in knight and shining cornrows. Just messing.

Deeper Heat:
So I finish gym and get home to sort out my soar back with deep heat. Carry on with usual home stuff… but the deep heat tube kept distracting me… after a while I remember something Nayan said agessss back. It kinda went like folks or pornstars use deep heat as it has the same effect as those desensitiser sprays. Hmmm… ok I’ll try it. Well guess what… curiosity didn’t kill the cat… it skinned, salt and lemon’ed and sandblasted the meat and veg. It was a kind of burning that just… mutha. Even cold water didn’t help. Now I know how the lobster feels when he’s being cooked alive. And in the most valued area codes for a guy! This ‘find out for myself’ motto sometimes lets me find out things that are better left… THE FUNK ALONE! Lol Thanx Nayan.

Rottweiler!!!!
HALLELUJAH!!! Imagine me just finishing lunch and going out to roll a ciggy. Now imagine a lion’s growl behind me. I turn and see this god damn rottweiler with a face like a lion. Best of all imagine my fight or flight pose when one leg wanted to swing at the mutt and the other wanted to hotstep the other way, plus it was my last rizzla. I hear the master telling it to heel and then she scolds me for trying to run. I WAS NEARLY DOING THE SPLITS, HOW THE FUNK AM I GONNA RUN!

Marbella Madness 20th – 25th April 2011

Excellent pics from Nish’s Cam

Wednesday 20th – Try out a new Osho meditation. Clothes not totally dried so stick underwear around water heater. Something about black shirt and 2 bags… oh yeah the heat was crazy and I still had to go to work before the Marbella mission and I was not going back home and I was told the weather was gonna be cold and rainy. So in london I was boiling but I was also gonna have trouble in Marbella coz of the opposite weather. Finish all the food I could at home and took the rest to work. Send out the Easter Newsletter. Ludivine is also leaving us so Neha takes us for a work lunch to Nandos. Now a bunch of hotties walk in with the skimpiest clothes. Neha tells me they’re Gypsies and tells me about his wicked program called My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Note: It was a wicked program, learnt something new, their culture was extra refreshing especially coz they’re kinda backwards in many things or extra forward in others. Get to Oakwood, link with Rocko, Sag and Poonam at the golf club. Go shopping to Asda. Man, usually I loveeee watching Sag and Poonam shop but this day I wanted to get online ASAP to see Alina before I leave. Bet Sag that we’ll see Nish at any moment… and we do just as we’re leaving. KFC bucket. Get to Sag’s, internet issues, chat without a vid. Eat and chill.

Thursday 21st – Boys come to Oakwood. Cab driver looks like Agent Smith from Matrix. Meet more of the boys. Check-in. Sag gets random security checked. I love being organised and Zia was so damn organised I was like, I’m so gonna implement all that. Now most of the boys booked together, I booked separate, so they were way back while I was in front with 2 free seats next to me. Knock out, land and wake up to the boys making noise. All you need is alcohol baby. Speaking of baby, there was one on the flight that was screaming its head off. Security here was extra lax. Never tried Jager so bought a bottle from duty free for my plan. Cool but mad driver takes us to our Royal Roman Empire! Man oh man… as always the pics will explain much better. Put names/rooms in a hat to see who gets what room. Sag pulled out the master bedroom. Yay! Drink, eat, drink, etc. I’d already bust out the Jager and started necking it. Shouting about I’m the Jagermaster. Yeah right… I’ve knocked out many times. In fact I’m a bit of an expert with that but blacking out!? First time thats happened. As in not remembering a thing after a certain point.

Friday 22nd – I just woke up in our balcony with a beautiful view. Was kinda cold so I thought I might as well make the most of the master bed! Thunder and stuff. Wake up and folks remind me that I was walking around drunk, chucked in the bidet, which caused a flood and broke some glass. Usually things slowly come back to me… in this case NOTHING! I just remember shouting Jagermaster near the pool and thats it. Making noise one minute… waking up the next. By this time Rocko wants to stay in bed like me so he knocked out on our balcony couch. Everytime someone came in… I aint seen him. Late breakfast but it was proper proper breakfast man! The works and then some. Cancel paintballing coz everyone had been partying the previous night (apart from myself ;o)) Sleep some more and try and recover as slowly as I could. The plan will unravel during the blog. Big up to Rocko though, he knew I was dying to chat with Alina so he got the MacBook just for me. I love this guy! BUT… Alina will be going to stay with her parents in the village for the weekend. Get ready. Get my ebook reader and chill. (…) Lol Sag’s like they’re not strippers dumbass! I still didn’t care, I wanted to enjoy the villa with my baby. It did feel kinda wearing being party animals in such a wicked place. Head to the Nikki Beach club to our VIP section. 2 waiters and all. I still wasn’t feeling it so left early with some of the boys. Folks coming and going and stuff and stuff. After a while it was mostly Nish, Neel, Sacho Patel and myself. Talking about things man. Philosophy, opening up, stuff and stuff and deeper stuff.

Saturday 23rd – By now it was morning and I was getting cold. Nish had mentioned the maids outfit so I went for that. And then we were going to sleep but as we walk back in the house, the maid is in the kitchen… looking at me wearing her stuff. Her expression was like I don’t know if I should shout at you or freak out at how weird this is!? She refused to look at me for the rest of the day. Something about coffee. Back to Nikki Beach (the beach and outdoor dining area). Chill, eat, drink, dancers, techno violin player, etc. Now when we walked in, I spotted the most beautiful waitress. She was like Madhuri. After a while find out her name is Alina too. All I can talk about is my Alina ;oP Fffffttsshhhh (if you didn’t get that, it’s the sound of a whip). Still wanna just be in the Villa. Mostly just to enjoy the villa and be meditative. I watched a whole load of Osho while I was there. Anyway so go back to the villa and share a cab with the Deviant. Usually I’d be him, as in pumping the music nonstop. Get back to the villa and what followed… well the 3 vids I have can only describe that. It was extra funny in the start and then left a weird feeling so go back to the master bedroom and catch up on Naruto, Osho, sleep, etc. Lol even when I was sleeping after every other song Deviant would come up and ask me what I wanted to listen to next. It was weird coz the rest of the boys decided to stay back coz it stopped raining. I was starving, no cigarettes, etc. Some folks decided to go back and coz it was quiet I chill on the balcony couch and take in the mountain and oceans and wow, ended up meditating. I’ve never felt so disconnected yet so ok with it. Rocko was like you’re just pretending to be sick aren’t you? Truth is I did have a bad stomach for a bit but I stretched it. I was telling Rocko that I just wanna be, or be with my woman.

Sunday 24th – Sag and I wake up. Nish and Neel are still awake so chill with them. Look for a place that will do online delivery and find something called The Curry Chart (click here to see). Some of the funniest ones… but that Poppadom Preach one is mine! Anyway so we’re chilling folks come and go. Few of the folks go face first into the glass sliding doors. Back to bed with Osho. Wake up with Osho. I think he’s the other reason why I’m feeling so antisocial. But it’s BBQ time and Noel and Debbie hook us up with some excellent food. Something about Debbie having her stomach removed, her hanging with football yobs, etc. She even talked like one of them, swearing away and all. Now see our villa has speakers outside too near the pool and BBQ area. And Deviant had been pumping music all week and loud too. But the neighbour decided to come and tell us off after so many days. I guess it was Sunday and all. Anyway so do something else that makes me run off to my room.

Monday 25th – Woken up early by Sags snoring. I think it was like 4 or something. I go down to get a drink and see Deviant just staring at the open fridge. Guess what he asks me… what music you wanna listen to lol. Jitters had the shakes and went somewhere with the cab. Try to sleep but Osho keeps me awake lol. Wake up. Take a vid of the whole villa. Brekkie. Pack. Chill while Rocko and Zia sort out breakage. Mad driver gets us to the airport… where some folks were lying on the grass sunbathing. While elsewhere there was some major accident. Check-in, food, one of the Womens Camp Hill Chargers Rugby Team had a bad fall in Burger King. Board. Have a couple of drunk old brit dudes behind me. I didn’t see them but what a sad duo.

Summary:
So yeah… the place was out of this world. The boys were too cool. It was all good times. I just wasn’t feeling the drinking and clubbing mostly. Hence overdoing the Jager to put myself off for the rest of the week and crippling my clubbing abilities lol. It’s weird when I booked the flight I was planning what crazy things could be done. Between then and actually going I fall in love and end up with a totally different plan. I’m sure it was more than just that though… like all that Osho and after seeing the Villa, landscape, etc… the madness seemed to clash with it. The pick me ups helped big time though.