on the loose. living in the grey for a whole week and so typically complaining after five miserable minutes of arriving. and then getting lost between some moroccan food in a very glitzy restaurant and poor sashimi in some japanese fast-food joint. and how can they live after 11pm? not even the lebanese blonde had any luck with the off-license gentleman. no booze at all. and that stupid english rain that kept falling, ignored by the oblivious londoners (more than obviously used to the intermitent showers). going to the foreign office and hopelessly feeling like i was in a spy flick of some sort. blame the russian girl who claimed i had a lost twin living in st.petersburg. enjoying (or at least trying to...) microwave thai noodles with a supermodel and some asian people in a very lame hotel room. actually it wasn't that lame, i was just blinded by the lack of alcohol. no, actually i think there were a couple of nights i got even: the chianti the nice italian in the restaurant so kindly offered us (me being slightly mediterranean and everything...it's amazing where olives get you) and the whiskeys that the south-african guy kept buying me in the hotel bar. i guess he was just trying to get me drunk but you can't do that with just four glasses, who was he kidding. oh, and that obnoxious australian girl who kept talking in some hideous high-pitch tone like there was no tomorrow. and soho, that was cool. sort of. must not forget trying to give an acceptable speech to an unbelievably massive audience with a monstrous cold (pausing every thirty seconds to cough...miserable performance). hell, i did try...but i guess two-hours sleep didn't help much either. then trying desperately to explain an american 15 year-old that portugal isn't anywhere near poland. and, no it's not part of spain either you ignorant twat. truth is, no matter how many times I fly in and out, there'll be nothing quite like the first.
domingo, março 20, 2005
in london town
on the loose. living in the grey for a whole week and so typically complaining after five miserable minutes of arriving. and then getting lost between some moroccan food in a very glitzy restaurant and poor sashimi in some japanese fast-food joint. and how can they live after 11pm? not even the lebanese blonde had any luck with the off-license gentleman. no booze at all. and that stupid english rain that kept falling, ignored by the oblivious londoners (more than obviously used to the intermitent showers). going to the foreign office and hopelessly feeling like i was in a spy flick of some sort. blame the russian girl who claimed i had a lost twin living in st.petersburg. enjoying (or at least trying to...) microwave thai noodles with a supermodel and some asian people in a very lame hotel room. actually it wasn't that lame, i was just blinded by the lack of alcohol. no, actually i think there were a couple of nights i got even: the chianti the nice italian in the restaurant so kindly offered us (me being slightly mediterranean and everything...it's amazing where olives get you) and the whiskeys that the south-african guy kept buying me in the hotel bar. i guess he was just trying to get me drunk but you can't do that with just four glasses, who was he kidding. oh, and that obnoxious australian girl who kept talking in some hideous high-pitch tone like there was no tomorrow. and soho, that was cool. sort of. must not forget trying to give an acceptable speech to an unbelievably massive audience with a monstrous cold (pausing every thirty seconds to cough...miserable performance). hell, i did try...but i guess two-hours sleep didn't help much either. then trying desperately to explain an american 15 year-old that portugal isn't anywhere near poland. and, no it's not part of spain either you ignorant twat. truth is, no matter how many times I fly in and out, there'll be nothing quite like the first.
