Monster Fish

It’s been a while since I last wrote, as I have been trying to think of stories or events that start with anything other than… “When I was drunk at the weekend”

Im feeling a little despondent today and I suppose this will come across in the tone of this entry. Its not that I haven’t had fun recently, I have… but i'm tired today. Too much out and about, and clearly, not enough sleep.

Since I last wrote to the internet world I profess that not a lot of anything interesting has happened… I have a few updates for you.

Last Friday was distinctly un-eventful. I went out for a little while, but felt a bit bored of it all and soon went home. I was out with hot board shorts and his friend early in the evening, and met my housemate a little later in the night but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything so was home tucked up in bed by 2am.

Saturday however, was- well interesting… I went out to an Italian restaurant with Mr. Dom Perignon. It was very amusing; he is 58, charismatic and funny. I did actually have a very good night, and a VERY good meal. I was thoroughly spoilt with good food and great champagne and red wine… the company was good too, I didn’t know what to expect after I had previously said I’d go to dinner with him for a laugh as friends – and it transpired to be a really good night with intelligent and amusing conversation, lots of stories being exchanged and laughing a lot. After dinner we met a few of his and my mutual friends and partied the night away. No drunken stories to tell, just a good night out.

On Sunday my day consisted of sleep mostly and then a barbeque Stingray and a chili crab for dinner.

I have seen the banker a few more times in a 1-on-1 situation. We have seemingly slipped into something that resembles a relationship…He and I have been out and about to the cinema for an actual proper date, drinks out, and dinners and we have hung out at his place a few times… watching guilty pleasure TV and eating pizza. It has become a little blissful escape from drinking, partying and, frankly, it’s nice to have a cuddle.

I have however, discovered recently and rather shamefully that I have developed an interest in “monster fish” programmers. Basically some loon goes on a jaunt round Thailand catching and re-releasing monster fish. There are massive bad ass Catfish and the scary hard headed thug of the pond the Arowana.

These men are nuts (see the one in the middle- he's orgasmic... look at his excited little face!!) And clearly so am I - me and monster fish, who knew?! (Well I had previously suspected something may be wrong with me when I used to record and u-tube episodes of “The Deadliest Catch”) but anyway, I don’t judge.

On Wednesday night after work I went for dinner with ‘big buttons’, we popped out to a Japanese sushi place. - didn’t have much to say to each other, we were both tired and actually, I suppose didn’t really want to be there. We rarely sit quietly staring into our bowls of Ramen, but I suppose, sometimes it happens. We should have waited till the weekend when we were both a bit more on form