I’m so sick of it all. Why do I do it?

Left work determined to go home and have an early night. I’m pathetic. Popped into a bar near work and met my friends, three girls and a guy. Had a few drinks whilst we worked on the intro for one of the prizes in the HK Football Club Netball team Christmas Do’s raffle. It’s my mate. Well a date with him. That done we went up to LKF to meet a load more people. After a while people drifted off for food and girls. I bumped into Doris from Wednesday, one of the Chinese girls who we all met. Remember? Anyway, had a few drinks with her and got booed off the stage in Hardy’s.

Went out into the street as she needed to meet her mate (Chinese Paraguayan electronics saleswoman - new link BTW) and some geezer. The geezer was someone she met the other night. Anyway, I got hungry and went for some food and, er, totally forgot about them and went to Wanchai on my own.

Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmit.

Why dammit? Cos she just sent me a message. Oh dammit, I can’t say. Too personal, let’s just say I missed out on a m√©nage √° trois. Fackit.

Stopped off in DTD for a while, listening to the bands, then headed to Fenwick’s, where it seems it all went wrong. That was about 2am. Spent some time with a couple of German guys, apparently I met them on Wednesday! Met Pedro and Mary, and one of the other guys from the Old Doris tale. I do remember that we didn’t even mention her though. Also chatted to the singers from the band, they seemed like real nice people.

Anyway, a bit of dancing, a bit of chatting and then I decided to leave. Must have been about 5am. I go to the door and I really can’t remember what happened. I must have done or said something, because one of the bouncers lost it. We wrestled up the stairs and into the street. One thing I have learnt in HK is to not fuck with small Nepalese guys (that’s another story, which includes knives and broken bottles), so I think I’d better leg it and live to fight another day. Then I realise I left my bag in there, with the bouncers, tag no. 207. So I trot back up the road, they clock me and start spreading out over the path. We circle each other while I try to explain I need my bag. They throw it at me and I leave … to the Field’s. No idea what happened in there, but I know I went for food at 7am. Sat there on my own and the bouncers pass by. Nothing happened.

Got a big foooking bruise on my chest, not sure where it came from.

Anyway, I’m depressed. I’ve got to stop this, but I want to go back tonight to find out what I did.