Because life is already hard,...

I’ve been away for the past two weeks – Doctor’s orders believe it or not. I’m not super human. This boy gets ill sometimes. Nonetheless, the past weeks were packed full of adventure. Only I had to take it a little slower than usual. There weren’t any episodes of me landing in beds of cacti – I hope this never happens again!!! I was still out with my Battalion (Silas, Michael, Richard, Ingemar, Siân and Ana) a lot of the time.

There was pride – what a crap day. It bloody poured the entire day. Funny though it didn’t stop anyone from going out and there were lots of MEN! I arranged for people to come over for food to. Susan insisted on barbequing chicken in the rain under a feather filled clear plastic umbrella (it burnt by the way). Susan’s daughter came with her boyfriend (he is despised by Susan with VENOM). I wore a dress (not out) and made everyone fall over laughing. We then headed off into the night like a bunch of thieves. Did the usual bar crawl in Soho and guess what we ended up at Fire.

The following week seemed to drag on. I did not have much on and did not seem particularly interested in doing much so I slept a lot; after all it is what the doctor had ordered. Thursday came along, Silas rang and asked if I could meet him in the West End – this always leads to something or other. It turned out to be a humdinger of a night. We went to The End for a night called Discotec (check out the pics). It’s a nice club that I rarely go to. What made it even better is that they were playing R’n’B. I really miss dancing to it sometimes. We met some randoms and ended up at their flat in Soho. That is another TV show all together that I’d rather not get into. No it wasn’t sex – people have such dirty minds.

Because I went out on Thursday, I decided to stay in Friday. Saturday started out quite chilled as it often does. I slept throughout most of the day. Got up at around 6pm then went to meet the Battalion. As usual all roads lead to Fire. It never disappoints unless it’s days like Pride when there’s about 400 million people squashed into a club just bigger than Silk, Kampala. I tell a lie it is a lot bigger cause all the rooms in Fire are the same size as the cheapie room in Silk that I’ve never been to but heard lots about. I wonder if it’s true that people that go there really pong? I heard there’s this aroma of BO that fills the air. Anyway back to Fire we danced and danced till Sunday morning then afternoon stayed and till Later (that’s what they call it – really). Left at 3pm with some randoms who were quite nice and went back to their flat in Canary Wharf. We stayed there till about midnight then went home. I’ve been on recovery since then.

Going to see family this weekend-mummy my aunt cousins. I don’t see them often enough which is a shame because I really love them.