Well an eventful evening last night.. I can hardly keep my eyes open as I type this! My boss Mark (who hired me) took me for dinner last night. It was Mark, Celina, Marks friend John and my good self.

We went to a restaurant called Wagyu (named after the beef…. It’s their specialty), very lovely place in Lan Kwai Fong which is one of the main drinking areas in Central (usually where I head at the weekends). I of course had the Wagyu steak… med-rare (I think next time I will go rare), with sweet potato mash on the side. John had bought some red wine with him as the bottle prices were extortionate.. the same bottle on the wine list was nearly 400 pounds!!!! Instead there was a corkage fee of $200 (13GBP!) per bottle… that’s how much I normally pay for a bottle with my dinner… have decided my boss officially has too much money! I was drinking white wine (not a fan of red) but I was convinced to switch to red for the steak… very nice yet another thing I may be converted to!

Dinner was lovely and both my boss and his friend were at the textile college (different times) in Galashiels so we had plenty to talk about, although I think that Celina struggled somewhat with Johns Scottish accent, I told her that now she knows what it is like for me at lunch!

After dinner I was somehow convinced to head to a bar. We were drinking yet more overpriced wine… saw the bar bill ouch! I discovered that my insano magnet seems to be activated even when abroad… the only mentalist in the room made a beeline for our table about 5minutes after we had sat down! He was a German guy, pretty old, on his own so no friends to send him back to(!).. came to give me a lighter as I was lighting my cigarette with a candle and apparently this is bad for your health… um hello… for a start fire is fire regardless of its source and secondly I am willingly smoking a stick of burning tobacco, thinking that the source of my light is of little relevance!

He then went on to tell me that did I know I looked like Cher (is that supposed to be a compliment?!) and that there are only 8 people in the whole world who look like her (Im thinking that taking a photo of a Cher concert would disprove that theory!). Then he started talking about how he was a gazillionaire and tried to stroke my leg… at this point my boss stepped in and had to pretend to be my Dad to save me!

Very amusing evening but so tired for work today… Im glad I have the keys for my new place I am going to head there for lunch and indulge in a power nap! Plan for this evening, heroes watching, long hot soak in the bath and bed!
Lots of hungover tired love from this corner of the world…. Txx