Venial Sin

About a fortnight ago, for the first time in our long association, M.P. and I went out to a party together, and neither one of us got blasted out of our minds. As you can well imagine, this constitutes something of a first, especially given the context of said party—it was being thrown by the same crazy German man who had flashed us the week before, and because of my noon to 10 p.m. work hours every day, M.P. had [...]

Dinner was…well…dinner. As you may recall from the last post, M.P. and I had gone to Lahore for about a day and a half, during which we ran all over the city and were wiped out by the end of the trip. When we returned from the flag-lowering ceremony at the Indian/Pakistani border, we realised how late we were running, and had to dash off to make our 9:30 dinner reservations at a restaurant named “Cooco’s” (pronounced “Cuckoo’s). And when [...]

M.P. and I returned from Lahore yesterday, amid a flurry of plane tickets, free upgrades to business class, Kahlua over vanilla ice-cream, gin and tonics, and a screaming escort of policemen every which way we turned. Although details of the trip will be forthcoming in greater detail in a day or two, I thought that I should at least give you a summarised version of what (and who) we did. On an hour’s worth of sleep, we flew out of [...]

M.P. and I have just returned from Lahore, where we spent a rather disturbingly hectic weekend, waking up before 9:00 a.m., being “touristy”, and going to bed sober. And despite that, it was still a good time. More to come.

You will undoubtedly be pleased to know that as of last night, M.P. and I have resolved the issue of world peace (or the lack thereof). Over a few (dozen) vodka tonics, we established the following new world order: Kashmir was given to M.P., and the populations of Israel-cum-Palestine moved there in order to live harmoniously with the Kashmiris. Given the hotness of Kashmiris, the sexiness of the Palestinians and the innate attractiveness of Jewish men, we predict a solid [...]

To all concerned: I’ve noticed a number of referrals coming my way from other sites; I’m extraordinarily elated by that, and if you have actually linked me (versus just mentioned me), please do drop me an e-mail so that I can return the favour and link back to you. If I haven’t already, I plead power outages and a crappy Internet connection from Karachi as reasonable excuses. The e-mail address is sinner [underscore] central at yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk. [...]

My friend M.P. arrived from Paris a day ago, so I’ve been quite busy taking care of her. Or, you know, going out, getting wasted and being flashed by an insane drunken German expatriate with a tiny willie the first night she arrived. M.P. is quite delightfully, fantastically psychotic, but in the best possible way; half-American, half-French, born in Brazil and raised in New York, she’s capable of travelling the social gamut at the drop of a beret (or sombrero, [...]

Now THIS is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a VERY long time. I was in a rather foul mood when I got home a few nights ago, because I had to say goodbye to someone who’s become a good friend across the course of the last year; a diplomat in Karachi who’s being posted to another city in Pakistan. And then I got home, and while checking the referrers and stats for this blog, came across a [...]

Fuck the stupid American election, why did NO ONE inform me that Laura Branigan is dead? What the HELL is wrong with news services today? I’m in serious shock.

*ring ring* Sin: *checking caller ID* Please don’t hurt me. Friend: *silence* Sin: Hello? Friend: Oh, it can speak. Which means that it can presumably breathe. Which means that it’s ostensibly alive. Which means THAT IT HAS NO FUCKING REASON FOR NOT HAVING CALLED. Sin: *weakly* I’ve been busy? Friend: Death is not an option. Make it good. Sin: The brother and sister-in-law and excessively adorable baby nephew were in town. Friend: Damn. Sin: What? Friend: Well, once you play [...]