How is it that on my own in a strange capital when I need a tuk tuk, a face I know turns the corner … driving a tuk tuk?
How is it that when I feel lonely and frustrated that the hotel I wanted is fully booked another friends face appears at a new hotel reception, with swimming pool and hot baths, teasing me squeeling ‘You so horny!’ in the most queenly fashion?
How is it when I want a drink in The Foreign Correspondents Club but feel nervous to go alone in the evening a friend fb’s me out of the blue saying fancy meeting there in 2 hours time?
How is that?
How does that work?
I want to bottle it…
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