It’s 8pm on a Sunday night and I feel strangely fine.

Watched the footy with a mate in the end. Saw the legend that is Bryan Robson (former England football captain) in Delaney’s. He was just stood there with a few mates having an ale, watching the match.

Doris was delayed by white wine at home and a trip to LKF. Met her at about 1am and hung around DTD listening to the bands. Wanchai was full of the Irish last night. It was the 2003 Asian Gaelic Football Sevens this weekend in Hong Kong. Should have gone along today, would have been a good craic.

Came home at about 5am with Doris. She left this afternoon wearing one of my superthug t-shirts. Looked pretty funny, it was huge on her. The good news is that I woke up in my bed, the bad news, she’s still a 33yr old virgin.

Lying there listening to some classic Sinatra, I was stunned to discover that Doris didn’t know who he was!

So she left and I fannied around all afternoon doing not much. Then Doubly Named Doris calls and asks if her and a friend can come round. They get here and we chat and watch some Fawlty Towers (yes, I’m a great host). Her friend kept telling us to get it on, to just ignore her and get on with it! I’m trying to figure out wtf is going on. We adjourn to the bedroom and she tells me a few things.

As she told me before, she’s married, but separated. Thing is, her dependant visa runs out in December, so the reason she’s not been answering my calls or text msgs is that she’s been back with him. She’s trying to get back with him to get him to extend her visa. She said, “but don’t worry, I really like you and I don’t let him fuck me, just hand and blow jobs”. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighto! “If we see each other around Wanchai, we’ll just be cool, OK?”

OK dear. So looks like it’s the end of that.

UPDATE: I was given permission by Doris to post her pictures. I won’t post anything I don’t have permission for.