by Angel Chu
Hiya gang! It's an exciting month, isn't it! Not only has China proved its relevance to the modern world by making a space rocket fly wooshing around the planet, but also some sports with cars that I don't understand happened in Shanghai. Naturally, we had to celebrate so last weekend a couple of my friends held a party at their place. The theme was "a Formula 1-themed party being held in space". There were some great costumes. My friend Kitty dressed as an astronaut disguised as a wheel. I saw other people who'd come as Martian pit crew, a space corporate sponsor, and some kind of weird alien the guy told was called a "Bernieklestan". I'm pretty sure it was great fun. Whether it was or not, I woke up feeling very sunny in a flat near the Guomao, though my shoes didn't seem to fit any more.
The next day I jetted off to sunny Changsha, where I met an attractive (and very tall!) young education executive in a very reasonably-priced bar near the airport. His name was Leon, or something, and (tee hee), he was great company, if you know what I mean and I think that you do. He was very tall slim, with dark hair and a lovely English accent. I went to his hotel room (also near the airport) for coffee after we'd had a few drinks (tequila for me, Sex On The Beach for him, the saucy flirt). Eventually we tumbled into bed like Troilus and Cressida. Things didn't get far, though, as he just kept giggling uncontrollably and kept mumbling something incoherently about "Simon", though I had no idea who Simon was. He kept saying something about "giving Simon a kiss" and, later, "getting close to Boris". I didn't know what he was talking about. Then he said something about his friend Sarah getting caught out in the rain. But it wasn't even raining!
Sometimes people are just weird. Still, at least I got a lift back to my suite at the Changsha Fortune Travellers Restaurant Hotel.