Hot, hot, hot

It's been a hot today. And I mean mega hot. I've never sweat so much. In my life. It's bad. Really bad. Again, I am enjoying writing short sentences. It's one of my favourite past-times when I have nothing to do. Which is what is happening at the moment. Today, I have eaten an omelette. Played some steel pan. Been to the corner shop. And tried to put a lock on my door. Why a lock? Because the lodger is crazy. Yesterday he wrote a note saying he would come and see me in ten minutes. Psychotic or what? I told him if he came anywhere near my room I would scream. He doesn't seem like a dodgy type. However, you never do know. I have finally found the key, so touch wood, I am safe. For the time being. I can't tell my aunt about his strange behaviour as they once had relations. Hmmm, this is not good.

On another note entirely, I have discovered that Guyanese men aren't so different to English men. I went to Halloween party the other week - Caribbean style. Please note that it's the first time I've drunk, heavily, in a long time. I went with some peeps from work, when I soon discovered that the dress code isn't that dis-similar from P-Town on Saturday. It appears, that over here, less is indeed more.

So, one hour and a vodka and triple rum later (which cost no less than a pound), I was hammered. And i mean hammered. I was swaying, spinning, shaking and bumping into people galore. I somehow managed to shimmy my way over to a young man, knock his drink over and announce to him and probably the rest of the party that I was educated. Oh the shame. I then dragged him outside and whittered on at him for several hours before it got to much for him and he had to take me home.

Anyway, we went for a coffee last Monday, which seemed to go okay. How much we have in common, I don't know. However, he was fairly entertaining aside from when he asked: If we were to start dating what would you bring to the table? Er what? Who asks that. I was baffled and didn't really know what to say, much like when he asked if I'd like to do this (coffee) again.

Now, it's one week later and we've spoken once and he's now announced that he'll call me in a week or so! Which he did (I am updating this sometime later), and he can't meet until he has cash. Screw him man. These folk just get weirder and weirder.

Oh and did I mention my cousin tried to throw me out last week! Get me outta here now!!!