Flies of Doom and Sand in my bed

FOOK ME IT'S ROASTING! 25ºC is the Doyle temperature limit, and anything above makes me ill. Not good, especially when Rui told me it averages 31ºC during summer. Nice!

Well, I went out on Saturday night to Bar 106 which was a teeny place. You had to ring a doorbell to get into it (what's that all about) and then I ended up sitting in the bar talking to some random Swedish guy, who was gtting pissed off because someone was trying to talk to him in Portuguese, and I ended up being interpreter for about 3 mins. Then a Scouse bloke (who wasn't that Scouse) came over and chatted to me for a bit. He was telling me that he'd gone to Salford University. He asked me where I went to, and I told him Salford so we had sommat in common to talk about. We went from Bar 106 to Trumps (yes, that's it's name) which is by far better than Finalmente.

The travesty (drag) show was much better, a Brazillian-Czech melée dance routine, complete with the Czech boys doing backflips. The Brazillian drag queen moved well too, and mimed well-enough to the song, which was Madonna - New York. They only did two numbers, and went off, and the nght proceeded with much good music, both random house stuff I'd not heard, and dancey versions of pop tunes, all climaxing at 7am with Madonna - Ray of Light.

Realised what time it was at this point, and emerged from Trumps into the sun rising above Lisbon's castle to the East, which was totally gorgeous! Scouse guy had pulled around 2 and gone by about 3:30 so I danced the night away on my billy todd, but it was so rammed, it didn't matter.

Came home and fell over Rui's bike. Collapsed into bad at 8am. Hardcore, that's what I'm talking about! lol

Found sand in my bed from my time at the beach, so it's been uncomfortable, and there's loads of fruit flies lingering about, and generally flying around in circles in the front room. God, what a boring life that must be!

Well, I'm off my pretties!

Ben xxxx