You Cannot Wear Pink Panties With a Chiffon Cream Dress (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

It has been a while since I wrote about what has been going on here, so here is a quick summary for you. Sasha came from Rio and stayed for a week. He was the guy that I met here last year through the Rogue Trader. I hooked him up with an apartment from Dona Maria Jose, the lady I got mine from. In Dona Maria Jose news. I found out that the oven in my apartment had a gas leak (or so it seemed as everytime I put the oven on the partment would fill with the smell of gas.) She sent a technician round and he couldn’t fix it. One day I bumped into her in the bank the day after the technician was supposed to make the second visit. I told her that he didn’t come. I was then told that they were waiting for parts to come through from Sao Paulo.

Chased Out Of My Apartment By A Cockroach (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

I have been here for exactly a week now, although it feels like I got here yesterday. It had been a non stop whirl of partying, eating and drinking until Thursday. It was too sweet for there not to be a sour! On Sunday night Mariana invited her two friends Victor and Ugo around to the apartment, and we hung out here.We then spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights in Pelourinho, where there are concerts and performances going on nightly.

Waking up in Barra With Swollen Cuticles (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

I am so happy to finally be here. To wake up, look out of the window and see the sea right thurr makes it all worth it. I got through baggage claim at about 10 pm. Cacicque, the taxi driver that Daniel (the guy that I am renting the apartment from) sent for me was standing there with big smiles as I walked through arrivals, holding a notebook open with my name in big ass letters written across two pages. As soon as I got out of the airport I made my way to the arcarje stand opposite.

Getting Upgraded To Business Class (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

I have been up for the last hour because my mother turned up in her usual unannounced fashion with a bag of loofah and a bag of sanitary towels. Please don’t even ask me why because I do not know myself. In the bag there were all different types and colours Allways and I was baffled! Thats mothers for you! I’m excited about this trip, but at the same time dreading the mammoth journey that lies before me. I’ve only taken 3 flights (back to back) once before and I SWORE I would never do it again… Well so much for swearing as here I am!

Do You Ever Get Over Your First Love? (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

Do you ever get over your first love?

There are 3 reasons that compelled me to write this blog – 1. I had a discussion with Tamara where we were talking about first loves and how we would feel if they resurfaced after all this time. Even though we felt we were both over them, we both said that we would definitely meet up with them again. 2. I have been home for a week sick like a dog with flu/sinusitis. I have been watching Ricki Lake more or less every day. Today there was a woman who came to confront her high school boyfriend for denying her. She was married with a kid and still wanted closure! She kept asking, “Why did you do that to me? Ten years later!

Getting Caught Having A Fag (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

So at work we have this new manager and she doesn’t like people going off to smoke in pairs despite there being 7 of us in the office (well when there is a full house anyway which is practically never!). We are entitled to two fifteen minute breaks a day plus lunch but yet every time you try and go off she gives a disapproving glare or tries to engineer some task so that you can’t go and smoke with someone else. This means that if you want to go and smoke with someone else in the office sneaky tactics are needed. This is usually done by one person passing through one door under the guise of going to fill a water bottle/collect mail/ using the lavatory, and another person passing through the other door under some other pretence.

You Man Is Shacked Up With Another Chick (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

My friend (Theresa) lives with her guy friend (Tommy). She rents a room from him. They live together in a two bedroom house in Manchester. Tommy has a girlfriend that he has been going out with for the past 8 months, lets call her Melinda. Melinda has an 8 year old little girl and they come up to Manchester every other weekend to visit. Melinda and Tommy are kinda serious. So serious that Melinda suggested to Tommy that they move in together. Somehow a misunderstanding occured and Melinda was under the impression that Tommy wanted her to move in with him.

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 3 (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

THE NON-BRAZILIANS I’ve met I luv em too… Natasha, who I thought was a complete NUT upon first meeting, but warmed to in about 5 seconds and made a repeat trip with. Sasha, the British guy who I met through the rogue that rented me the dodgy apartment last time. Despite how we met, he turned out to be alright. Shay and Iya whom I met for the first time in an airport on Christmas day. From leaving the airport in the afternoon distressed and sans luggage to one of the best Christmas nights ever. I must say I have never spent a Christmas Night on a street corner and who could have known it could be so much fun.

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 2 (View Comments)

8/20/10 •

I love the people… All the random folk I have just bumped into… From born Brazilians to those living there from elsewhere, to those just passing through. I Love all the wonderful people I have met. Marrianna, who has a zest for life and sense of adventure that is rare to find (except she wouldn’t follow me to Piraja) that you rarely see. Her perfect English confused my friend and I. He was convinced she was American. Of course he was wrong.

Why I Love Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil – Part 1 (View Comments)

8/19/10 •

At Christmas I will go to Salvador Da Bahia, Brazil for the 5th time. I have been asked many times before what I love about the place, so I decided to put it all down here. First on my list of loves had to be THE FOOD. Being a complete foodie means that I can be compelled to take a trip somewhere just because of the food, case in -point; New Orleans. I heard about the cuisine down there, dreamt about it, decided that I needed to sample it and took a trip down there and ate for England. Of course I had to spin it to the friends I was travelling with some shit about the French Quarter… The marvellous culture yadda yadda yadda, but the simple truth is, I just wanted to eat.

Chasing A Rastaman Called Viviane (View Comments)

8/19/10 •

It started off with a kiddie’s party. My friend’s son’s first birthday.”1 today!” “Happy Birthday!” While I was setting the tables up I started nibbling, Marshmellows, Tortillas, Mini chocolate sponge cakes, Chocolate rice krispy cakes… Ooooh remind me of coco pops… Turns the milk chocolatey. Popcorn, Nuts, Jelly babies. Somebody please put some sellotape over my mouth! By the time the real food came I was bursting, but being the glutton that I am I managed to find room.

I Was Brought Up And NOT Dragged Up! (View Comments)

8/07/10 •

There is a place that I go to for lunch sometimes. They do barbequed jerk chicken with salad for £3.50. It is affordable and ideal because there are no heavy carbs to make you feel bloated and distorted. It is also quick because the chicken is always on the grill and ready, fresh for my mouth. Not too long ago I had a bad experience there where I had ordered my food and when I had finished paying at the till there was no room in front of me to go to the counter where the food is picked up because there were a lot people in front of me queuing for their food. As I was standing in the way of the people that wanted to order I moved away to the far end of the food counter. I had my ticket so it wasn’t like I was trying to push in as the ticket tells the time of the order.

My Starring Role In A Channel 4 Production (View Comments)

8/05/10 •

I was at home watching Hollyoaks when Ruth and her friend from work came home. Ruth was screaming out my name. There was urgency in her voice, which was high pitched with excitement. It was as if something great had happened. Anxious to hear whatever it was she was going to say I ran to the top of the stairs to see what all the commotion was about, and she shrieked, “They are filming outside!” I had seen the film crew trucks and cameras outside the café on the corner and we had also had a postcard put through the door the week before, so I was a little dejected that that was the “great” news she had to share.

A Conversation On A Double Decker Bus (View Comments)

8/05/10 •

This scene took place on the top of a double decker bus this morning at about 8.30 am. Both guy and girl appeared to be in their mid twenties. If I were her the conversation would have got locked off at the first insult, but then again I wouldn’t be sitting on a bus dropping in causal conversation with an acquaintance anything about a pregnancy miscarriage.