Monthly Archives: March 2012

After having a few days recovery it’s time to get on it again.  I fully intend this to be my last night out in Medellin and the only reason I’ve stayed is because it’s the first of a new weekly club night organised by hostel buddies Jen, Kyla and Aphrodite Hana.  Naturally I need to …

I stumble out of a late showing of a film with ‘something sunrise’ as the title.  It’s a 24 hour movie and people are bedding down in the cinema isles with coffee and sleeping bags.  I don’t fancy it.  I climb into a classic convertible bottle green Jaguar and take off for a spin round …

My system attempts a shut down and re-boot with a 20 hour sleep-athon.  Sometimes it just needs to happen.  A regular cycle recently has been sleeping all day, movies and internet all night.  Today I sleep all day and sleep all night.  Hopefully I’ll come up smiling Tuesday morning.

I crash out in my private room at around 11am.  This isn’t going to be pretty.  I’ve discarded the kilt in a heap and not even bothered to clear the crap off the bed, instead seeking to share with a load of travel items and toiletries.  They won’t mind.  It’s a bit of a dodgy …

I do well to keep myself to myself in the early morning.  This is due largely in part to the massive crowd of crazy Irish that has come out of the woodwork for the all day bender.  The DJ has started early, the Guinness hats, shamrocks and green curly wigs are all over the shop, …

I’ve mentioned before that Friday’s are generally a day of rest.  This one is no different, and despite protests from a few sources, I’m resigned to staying in and preparing myself for tomorrow.  For tomorrow dear reader as you will very well know, is St Patrick’s day, and I find myself in an Irish hostel.  …

Thursday is here again.  Ahhhh Thursday.  The new black.  Certainly the new Friday.  Or the old one.  I’ve been partying on a Thursday for as long as I can remember, and it appears that with each new city I visit, Thursday seems to always come out fighting.  I love going out on weeknights, not as …

I’ve not slept very well at all and I’ve woken with a thunderous headache and that usual horrible empty feeling from when something hasn’t gone according to plan the night before.  I spend most of the early morning trying to forget about what happened and get back to sleep.  I’m developing a slow release bastard …

So correct me if I’m wrong.  Perhaps I’m seriously out of touch with reality, but I assumed (apparently in grave error) that when you ask someone out on a date and they say ‘yes’  it means there is a mutual attraction.  I don’t ask my friends out on dates.  I ask a girl that I …

I’m still in a buoyant mood although I wake up far too late and feel as though I’ve not slept.  I don’t do anything for the entire day, except savour my weekend, and mentally prepare myself for my date tomorrow.  Girls are like buses… There is a certain bittersweet anticipation that goes with preparing for …