Perspective…….

February 4, 2007

Spent Friday night drinking in the Thyolo tea district with old tale telling Rhodesian Roy from Namingomba estate - a few other folk gathered there and African tales of adventure set the tone for the evening - Army tales of rats on fire nearly blowing up refueling airplanes, Elephant herds chasing folk up tree’s and Vultures with sticks of dynamite attached to their legs - the drinks flow freely in such situations - come around 1 or 2 am I headed back to town - the clouds settle on the hills out there and you can only see about 5ft in front of the car, it’s a tense nervous drawn out drive home - one that leads you to feel like you need a reward for making it one piece.

So I must of sent a text to Debbie.

Crazy Ex Debbie that one time told me she was in fact her sister and that Debbie was dead - in order to find out how I really felt about her.

Woke in the morning to find 18 missed calls from various numbers.

Fuck it.

Drunk me really needs to establish a rule of general practice with sober me in order so that our priorities don’t clash during these horny, drunk and stupid moments.

Went over to Paul’s and we destroyed a bottle of Jack as every football match possible played out on various SS channels (God bless South African Super-Sport and it’s 8 channel football biased structure).

He pointed out the best way to resolve such a situation is to accept the call - have a chat - meet up while sober - keep it pleasant & aloof - do a little reminiscing about old times - enjoy the company but leave it at that, saying that things have changed...... Go home.

Alone.

He looked at me after that and knew that should such an occasion take place it will more than likely end up in the bedroom and me digging a gargantuan hole that I will not climb out of for the next 6 months - real African Fatal Attraction type ojeni indeed.

“you must do what you feel is right of course”...... young Skywalker.......

Fuck it.

Putting it all in perspective tonight I get back and find that Jakarta has been hit by astronomically awful floods leaving 20 dead and 340’000 homeless - and Yuni’s phone doesn’t work...... frantic emails aside I can’t do much at the moment.

I’m assuming worse case scenario is that her house is ruined and she needs a place to stay - in which case I can organise something - be it funds transfer or hotel payments or getting her in touch with my people over there - in a city of 12 million what are the chances of her being one of the 20 dead?? life can’t be that cruel - but yeah, I’m worried none the less.

I tried calling her earlier today while sitting out by the pool - no joy on the connection saying that the number is no longer operating - thought it was weird but put it down to her just not paying the bill lately - then I get back late on after UTD pasted Spurs, boot up the dial up and accidentally click the firefox headline link - that’s the first story up..... Fuck it.

Kind of situation that makes you think about organising an air fare and just getting her to a place before your eyes.

Perspective.

Need to remember it when I meet up with Debbie this week.

Spo | February 4, 2007