Good times on Good terms…..

September 13, 2006

The phone rang at around 6am If you lived your whole life in one corner of the world then you would assume that someone either has the wrong number, has the wrong sense of humour or has been on the wrong end of one of life' less desirable twists and it's bad news that couldn't wait for a more godly hour.

Unless, that is, you have ex-girlfriends in far away places that never quite grasp that whole time zone thing - or simply don't care wake up lazy man the voice purred - it was Hanh in Vietnam - good to hear her voice at any time of day - if it had been wake up smiley then that would have been Yuni in Indonesia - another always welcome interruption in life.

One girl confined to the history books is Debbie - a girl I was with while I was in Malawi about six years ago - damn - didn't realise it had been that long until I typed that - anyways, my good friend Robin (who I worked with in Indo) now works in our office over there - the warm heart of Africa this little southern African country wedged between the likes of Zambia, Mozambique and Tanzania that has half its size devoted to Lake Nyasa - subsequently the country has only two main cities and the social life in these places is quite close knit - in one night you could visit five or six bars in Blantyre and you've pretty much done the whole place (that isn't off the beaten track anyways) and you can more or less guarantee that you'll run into everyone worth running into.

Sure enough Robin met Debbie - she had been living with a guy in South Africa and was back in town for a while after they broke up - apparently she still refers to me as her boyfriend and insists that I'm coming back one day - which I am as soon as I can afford to make a plan.

Debbie was always a bit shot away when it came to the goods upstairs - but she was damn fine company, a damn fine dancer and always very easy on the eye - sure, after I left there used to be a lot of middle of the night drunk-stoned-hysterical phone calls - and ok, maybe one time she rang pretending she was her sister and told me that Debbie had died in order to find out what my reaction was going to be - and then following that on Valentines day she rang to tell me she'd got married - as it happened I wished her well and said I was really pleased for her and hung up - that was the last time we spoke.

Really she hadn't got married at all and she was erm... just finding out what my reaction was going to be.

So yeah, a few biscuits short of a packet.

But still, I wouldn't mind seeing her again.

You see I never really left any of these women - I just left the countries they were in.

Spo | September 13, 2006