A very uneventful day yesterday due to the lack of power and I awoke this morning to the riveting Part II. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day without the power so I am going to buy a ‘phone card, consume some alcohol and make some IDD (International Drunk Dialing) calls.

I’d spoken to Mr. Kevin yesterday about the power-outages. He informed me that during winter it’s typical to have no power from 9 in the morning until 7 in the evening. (more…)

For reasons of safety and sanity it has proven wise to save any typed work every 30 seconds or so; the power is so unpredictable. I think we had 11 black-outs yesterday and we’re in the middle of the first of today’s as I type.

Who needs a feckin’ alarm clock when you can have a hoard of people come marching into your apartment just after 8 o’clock? There I am in my birthday suit lying in bed with half-a-dozen people stood around discussing my electrics! They eventually left so I dived out of bed and donned some clothes. Obviously the normal thing would be to shower! (more…)

What great beer! Okay, so I didn’t have a skin-full of the stuff and as anyone who knows me will be aware, I don’t suffer from hangovers, but I woke this morning about five-something and I felt like I’d just walked away from 3 months at the Betty Ford clinic. I couldn’t even taste it in my mouth but then with all the highly spiced food and raw garlic, that was hardly surprising.

The first power-cut of the day and it’s not quite 7a.m. (more…)

It’s nine something and I’ve got inspectors and workmen coming in and out of the room like ants. I’m still wearing the scent of a London bag-lady and full of shit!

Work is going on but nothing seems to be happening.
Svetlana, a young Russian lady appeared at the door to invite me for coffee in her apartment. Never one to look a gift-horse in the mouth I left the workmen to it and vanished. (more…)