Wow 'hippy, really?
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Yeah yeah yeah, you don't care about my private life, I know, I know.
However in the abscence of any kind of diary in my life besides the calendar on my phone (which I increasingly live by but very much doubt will still own 2 years from now 
) I will record now that on this, Saturday the Fourth of November 2006, that I went out last night (the night of Friday 3rd Nov. [no sh** Sherlock? 
] ) to the house where our labourer and storage yard operator (a Chinese guy called Billy [an assumed name, I suspect { - see Shi*, Sherlock, etc elsewhere in this article 
} ] ) lives with about 5 students, whereupon and I made acquaintance with one of these here students, a girl by the name of Aurelia. Interesting name, if nothing else 
Much fun was had by all on this merry Friday night, and I learned a couple of things about the Chinese culture (such as the insistence by men that women should do, well, pretty much nothing, apparently. This makes for a cheap and easy life for the girls as Billy seems to cook for everyone every day, and pays for pretty much everything in the house, too!) and a few things about the mindset of the USA too (such as their belief that when driving, mirrors are things that happen to other people. Or not even that. In fact it is the duty of the person following you to see if you are slowing down, and there is no need at all to check your rear-view mirror when braking - even suddenly - to see whether you will be hit in the *albartroth* by the Humvee behind you. Madness, I call it, but hey it seems to work I guess...) thanks to a former stateside resident who live in the house.
They also live with a French guy too, and another Chinese girl, so its pretty multicultural and most entertaining all round.
So far no-one has attempted to annex anyone elses food cupboard or anything. Fancy that
As is the way of these things with students, we got dead drunk before going out (thanks in no small part to Billy pouring everyone half a pint of whisky to start with. We also got through 4 bottles of wine between 6 of us in less than 90 minutes. We were wasted by the time we got to the club) and then bought only a few drinks at full price inside the place (the Walkabout inn in Southampton, for anyone who's interested. If you were there last night you wouldda seen ol' evilhippy dancing to mediocre house music like an outpatient on medical-grade amphetamines, on the raised stage at the top of their little dancefloor. I know I must have looked a proper pillock but its okay, because so did everyone else there, too).
Despite the almost crippling levels of drink, decidedly mediocre music, and clientele that had more in common with your average ASBO recipient than the folks I would choose to hang around with, I had a properly kickass time thanks largely to the mutual attentions between myself and the girl called Aurelia.
I haven't had much sleep.
Pretty-much none, in fact.
Just thought this might be a date worth making a note of, because despite possessing a brand of cynicism you could carve marble with, I still like to believe that when these things happen you never know where they'll go...
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