Dear BOAF,
So last night, my flatmate, tall Paul fixed the kettle. Thank the Gods for coffee in the morning. I woke up at 4am and had hunger pangs like the devil! I tried tricking my mind into thinking I didn’t need food, but that didn’t work. After contemplating walking, in the morning cold, to the Atrium (which is about five blocks away) I decided against it, drank some water and went back to sleep. I dreamt about Underwaterseabird being a success and going places. That’s Spook’s new EP – it’s got some real good stuff on it and is a must have. Please go watch them perform at Hard Rock Café on the 9th of September and tell me all about it. I wish I was home for that one gig. Yes, I know – Artist Management is my calling and yes, I only do it in return for sexual favors.
By the way, I also have a fiery Scottish flatmate named Anne.
The culture shock here isn’t that much, except for the costumes that people here wear when its time to party. It’s incredible and super creative. (This is me wondering what Akshay would look like in one of them and then Amar saying – Te Sagla barobar aahe…) Did I mention the costumes borderline on hot? By the way, typical English food just got boring. Paul cooked dinner tonight – so… phew!
But wait, I headed into BiCon today and managed to find some activist inspiring workshops to be at. Most of the sessions here are more like workshops and it pushes me out my comfort zone. I finally got online today and sent my mother and sister emails, Varun too. Two days without an internet connection and I missed it. I went into a couple of workshops today, but my fever started giving me a headache and I all I could do was beeline for my apartment and hit the bed. My bed is very springy so I bounced back a few times before I fell asleep. No dreams to report.
Later I woke up to find that Paul had already been to the supermarket without me. He loves cooking. I love Paul. He made some Indonesian Redang and Mashed Potatoes with a side of steamed broccoli and it tasted YUM! I have a feeling this trip is going to be healthy - physically, mentally and emotionally.
Its cold here and that really doesn’t help that I forgot my jacket and sweater back home. All I’ve had till sometime earlier was Rohit’s jumper. Today evening was superb. I finally got down to the bar to do some socializing after dinner. Hugs from Robyn are always a good way to start the evenings. Then I spoke with a lovely woman from Dublin. A beautiful Indian woman came up to me and was excited to see another out Indian bisexual. We got to talking and talking and talking, then we talked some more. She had a friend with her who kinda, sorta was doing the kind of stuff you’d catch me doing back home. He was making introductions of people to people who they should definitely network with and he brought by a director. He was just superb! I forgot to ask him if he knew any publishers… dammit! Anyway, we then walked the pretty lady to the station and picked me up a free denim jacket on the way. Warmer is always better and fyi – people don’t really believe my directions around here.
My feet are cold again, back to my springy bed. Tonight’s dessert – Maltesers
I miss you’ll tons and hope you’ll haven’t been behaving yourselves too much while I’m away.
Much Love
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