Hong Kong Blog

Neih hou as we say over here in Hong Kong. So it has been a couple of weeks since my last blog and I decided to get on top of things sooner rather than later, that way I avoid rabbeting on like a jabbering coke fuelled buffoon.

Anyway a couple of Saturdays ago I was having a healthy game of football in our kitchen with Rich, Ronnie, David and myself. We were really giving it some for a little while when Ronnie’s friend Fannie entered the arena. Having invited us all to dinner we set off after Rich had powdered his nose We walked through Shep Kip Mei park which I have never done so before, and bloody hell it is more like a greenbelt than a park. It is mahoosive! So we ended up having a splendid dinner whereby I had a little meet and greet with many a face of old and new. Bellies full, homeward bound we all decided. Deciding was the easy part, getting there was a completely diff story :-/ It was when our group halved and split, and then further halved and split that I got a little worried. I have watched too much Blair Witch Project and Scooby Doo not to know what happens to stragglers. That said, keeping a close look over my shoulder for werewolves I pushed on. It is time like this I could really do with the Mystery Machine and Velma I had a right laugh bullshitting with everyone though, and we all made our way back to Ronnie’s room after shopping where we had a good chinwag before making our separate ways.
Sunday I played football and Richard joined us for the first time. It was good fun, especially seeing as the sun was beating down on us considering we have had our fair share of cold weather of late over here. I was bloody parched by the end of it all and knew I had a game the following night so I slept like a baby that night. We have put together a good sized team now to enter the tournament so we should all be kitted out pretty soon hopefully.
Monday I went straight back to Alan’s after work. I had a footie game that night and I opted to stay around his for the night. This may have been against my better judgement as I had a meeting with the head of my department the following day and I know that staying round Alan’s means not sleeping. Football match done, and cotching back at Alan’s I received a text from Rich. It read that someone had fallen from the roof of our apartment to his death and many people had seen the body. I realised this spelt big trouble as the Chinese are a very sensitive people in general. People have since left the hall with many of them planning not to return which is a terrible shame as many are my friends. There has been many a speculation since with each tale telling a diff story, the last briefing told by the school is that there was no drink or drugs involved and that he fell from his window. The crying shame is that the poor fellow from France had arrived in the country for no more than 24hrs before his demise so you can just imagine the poor people he left behind having to receive such grave news. My thoughts and well wishes are left with those who have had to bear the brunt and suffering of these unfortunate events.
The following day I arose early and went to fetch a fresh suit from my house before meeting Simon. Suited and booted I entered the workplace eagerly awaiting Simons arrival. Come 10:30am I met with Simon and things went swimmingly one could say. After I had divulged all to Simon and my boss I parted ways with Simon and agreed to meet with him for dinner whereby Richard would also join us. We had a slap-up meal courtesy of Simon which I am most grateful for before we all headed out to the renowned Ladies Market in order to buy some tat. Tat bought we said our piece to Simon and bid him a safe journey home and thanked him for taking the time out of his schedule in order to meet with us.
Wednesday I was knackered. The lack of sleep had once again reared its ugly head and yet I had made dinner arrangements with Matty baby and Alan. We had a brilliant dinner with Alan and I continuing our never ending rant about the new Mac Air being overly priced and how he is crazy buying 2 laptops in just as many weeks. I left the boys early that night as I couldn’t hack the arcades, mainly due to the thought my back would give out from the pain shooting through it :-/
Thursday was a monumental day. It was a day where the world stopped dead on its axis, refusing to go about its usual daily task of spinning. For Thursday was a day two Gods were to meet and do battle. Entering the ring on the red side “Rich” aka “The Muscles from Brussels” weighing in at 20lbs of pure muscle, and on the blue side “Joe” aka “The Fighting Irish” weighing in at 190lbs of pure steel. This was the day upon which I was going to claim the title of the ‘Badminton Elite’ from Richard. His 6 years of experience against my 6 months would only rouse me more. God I played my little socks off but it was futile, Rich one all 3 games by 1 pt. They were the best and most evenly matched games I have ever played against anyone and I bloody loved it. The fact that we were evenly matched just makes me want to beat him all the more so now. Watch this space, for Joe boy is coming to town soon again to duel the Sheriff once more.
1 dum dum, 2 dum dum, WAR, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. What a load of bollocks, war is brilliant in the confines of a forest with BB guns and mates to shoot. That’s exactly what I got up to on Sunday as well. We rose early and made our way to Mong Kok where we would catch a coach to our destination. I was anticipating this day with great excitement, for I bloody love war games and believe I have enough tactics and sense up my sleeves to wipe out a small army single handedly, and to some extent that’s exactly what I did I was able to clear the obstacle courses faster than most and by God I def had a better killer instinct and was more rough and ready. I paired with another guy called David and together we obliterated the opposition. We both wiped out an entire team together for one match, and for another I killed 8 out of a team of 11 for another. I even met some tard who mistook me for a guy on his side, so I asked where his mates were, shot him, then shot all his mates before hitting the dirt and continuing with my barrage of bullets. Talk about fun, this is my definition of it. My gun also packed in so the master gave me his one, it had about 10x the power, range and rate of fire. My new piece and I floored everyone I captured the flag in the last match thanks to my baby and went away a very happy man. I also went back to some birds house called Lina with Ronnie and David. Jesus her house took my breath away. She had the good grace of asking her parents to cook for us and I was most grateful for her hospitality. She is a really nice girl and I had a riot of a day.
The following week was all well and good bar the worst day of my life. I awoke Tuesday morning after breaking my computer to find I also had a broken phone, now that was a nice well placed swift kick to the crotch. But God had not finished with me yet, no not by a long shot. He decided to really test me when my turtle tank spontaneously exploded all over my DVD’s, CD’s and my remote controls. I had decided not to take my bad fortune out on my turtles and opted to give them fresh water and food before I left for work, even though I was already tethering on the edge of lateness. It was then the said spontaneous explosion happened as I was carrying the tank back with them in it. I looked down and seen some poor shit scared turtles on their backs and all my electrical goods going for a good swim. Ticked off is a good word, fucking blind with rage is better though. I soaked the water up with my towel and was considering just doing away with my life and chucking myself under a bus. Thankfully I dried everything out and all works, I have half fixed my phone for now and retrieved all the data of my old hard drive. I have been out and about town since for a party or two and watched a film the other day with a friend so all is forgotten. Thank God!

P.S Happy birthday Sam, I love you darling. *They grow up so fast ;-)*

For now over and out.
Hoe ging Joe

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