A new dawn

In the past month, I've experienced Christmas Guyanese-style, New Year Guyanese-style, worked way too much, put on five pounds (or more) and had my heart broken by a man from the jungle (which I may deal with in a seperate blog).

It's been eventful to say the least.

So Christmas was pretty cool here. In all honesty, it's not so dissimilar from the British Christmas, aside from the fact that there's that a lot more sun and a lot more rum! You eat a lot. Sleep a lot. Drink a lot. Throw in a bottle five-year-old and a few retro CDs, it's pretty much heaven, well my heaven.

New Year is party central too - however I was working and had women's problems. Oh dear. Instead of hanging on the streets of GT, supping five-year-old, I went home had three shots of rum, passed out in a drunken stupor, woke up, was very confused, then threw up. Nice.

And now it's 2010. Yep, 2010, the year when I am going to finally figure out what to do with my life...