NASSER AND RAMADAN

I went down to Comptons and Barcode monday night. Both were surprisingly mega busy for a monday!!!
Had a good time with some colleagues from work and other friends and I met lovely Nasser.
Nasser is from the Middle East and quite young. He is in London studying. He is very good looking also!

So we was talking and the subject of Ramadan came up. It reminded me that it´s Ramadan in Malaysia too so I wondered how was Julian getting on with it? We are now in Ramadan. The ninth month of the Islamic Calendar in which all participating Muslims refrain from eating, drinking, smoking, and indulging in anything that is in excess or ill-natured; from dawn until dusk. Fasting is meant to teach the Muslim patience, modesty and spirituality.
I asked Nasser if sex was included and the answer was yes so no sex activities for a month! (so, when is Ramadan over again?...)

Nasser wasn´t drinking even though it was completely dark outside, and I sussed also then that nothing would happen, which is totally fine. (mmm.. yeah..)

I then started asking about gay life where he is from, and he said that if you are single and young and seen with a woman is terribly bad, so it is better to hang out with men, so it is quite ok for the gay!

Nasser claimed homosexual acts were quite common... quite undetectable for the foreign people but easy for the ones in the know. Myth or true?

mmm... new gay holiday destination: Saudi Arabia!

EYES

AWFUL DAY AT WORK

What a day...

Not feeling very good at the moment, is it a midlife crisis? After all, am nearly 40!
Anyway... back from my trips really concentrating into work these days, and that drains me.

How awful a day can be, when:
My boss wants me to host his boss and show him around the offices and where we work. Hurrah! I have been trusted to do that job, my golden opportunity to impress, not only my boss, but also the boss of the bosses! Sooo cool. But there is a drawback. Should I be open and sincere and show him everything or should I be politically correct and hide some of the annoying facts and act like if they didn´t exist...

I opted for the first one, so ooops now I am worried I may have spoken too much.

After the boss boss left, I had to deal with one of my employees, I had to give him an appraisal and tell him how STRONG a woker he is... hurrah!

Until ooops... the guy is not happy and he does not believe at all he is strong, he is actually excellent/outstanding... how dare I rate him so low. God. It´s only a job, 8 hours of your day, but hey, the guy was really angry at me.

I then was told that our Chairman (higher up than my boss´s boss) is coming around... hurrah! It´s always nice to shake hands with the hierarchy no? No. Not always. Especially when something goes wrong and now the guy expects a full report asap on his desk.

As if all these were not enough, I ended up the day going to a job interview within the company to move up as a business manager rather than an operational shift manager. And I realised after such a long day I never had time to prepare. Not a bit.

I mean, honestly, how can I sleep at night??

ps. the interview went ok... results next week.

JULIAN 24 HOURS

And in between his travels around the world in pursuit for love Julian had a stopover in London. Just 24 hours but memorable indeed...

Dinner was fab at Prezzo in Brentfort which brought up fond memories of my friend Ross the hairdresser whom I don´t see any more... I used to live nearby like 4 years ago and we briefly dated. Nothing more. Julian got to talk to Martin his ex too. So it was all like a lost love call.

Bob was the happiest as we used one of his vouchers which was a bit complicated as in you pay for this and you get that and you are allowed this but not that so he ended up paying the whole bill. Which wasn´t much. I hope!

Plans for future trips where laid out so following the big next hols in October we talked about some Dubai trip for November. We´ll see!

Thanks Bob for dinner and also for the belated birthday card. I know, I know, .. my diary is always too full.

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)

BCN OR NOT BCN

Well, 2 days off only this week so I am not going to Barcelona for the Circuit Festival. So I am going to miss all the beauties showing off at the rather expensive club parties. mmm. What if my potential bf is there and I miss the chance? Well, all I do is MO´s anyway so I am staying in the UK. (Am I trying to convice myself?)

David and Ali have invited me to Dubai next week.. agr shall I go? Money would be the potential problem for this one... I should save and not spend.

Eggy wants me also to pop by in Zurich before he returns to Indonesia for good... another little trip I could do.

And I have always wanted to pop down to Nice to see Surita and Jerome now that they´ll be parents for the second time.

I wish I was rich!

POSTCARD FROM SAIGON

Regards from Saigon... Oscar has sent us a message with a suggestion for the next Carnival... 17 us dollars a piece... a bargain deal of sparkle and elegance!!!

fenomenal!

EMBARRASSING MOMENTS

Today has been a better day. Work seems to do it for me!. (sad)
This morning though I have been to a clinic with a close friend of mine who did not want to go on his own. An NHS Sexual Clinic. My friend has had some misspractices and needed some testing.
Let´s admit it. It´s horrible. It´s embarrassing. Everybody on the waiting room is avoiding eye contact because why are we all there, eh? because we have been naughty and caught something. Then there´s the young lad all loud and macho... I can smell from a mile he is actually having an embarrassment moment too but he is dealing with it by pretending it´s all cool and normal.

And my friend went in, and they did all the tests. They stick a thing in your penis and take a couple of swabs from your anus. It´s all for your own good to get tested and cured if something is wrong, but nevertheless, there is some stigma attached to it that makes it a horrible moment. Because, let´s face it, we are all self'conscious of our own bodies and having some stranger opening your cheeks to stick some up your bump, for the wrong reasons, it is indeed not pleasureable.

Agh! so, It might have to be me next week, to get a health check...