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Tue 26/10



Finally! Park'N'Shop decided to stock a handful of bottles of Jim Beam, so Billy Boarster is getting his first taste of Kentucky Bourbon in almost seven weeks.



Ok, so it's been a bit quiet on the diary front the past three weeks, but I assure you, dear reader, that this is purely due to laziness and not lack of reportable events.



First reportable event that took place after I was struck with chronic laziness: the Nigerian general strike over price increases in petroleum.



This wasn't actually a 'general' strike, as I was to learn later. A 'general' strike means everybody strikes - nobody goes to work. During this four-day strike, however, many retail shops were still open, so we could still send our drivers out on food & alcohol errands (but mostly alcohol, as our constant boozing decamated our supplies). Apparently the only sector that went on strike was the transportation sector. Still, this did not change the fact that I, along with all the other imported E******* employees, were under house arrest during the entire four days.



(several hours later)



Ok, where was I? Procrastination threatened the climax yet again.



For this initial four-day strike I was offered J***'s apartment, as he was temporarily moving in to P***'s one, as P*** was still on holidays in England. I gladly accepted seeing my 'guest house' would have been an unbearably boring residence to sit out the strike.

At least in the 'Denver' apartment compound there were several Swedes who I could socialise with during the strike.



Anticipating a hard time getting  food and drink supplies, we all stocked up on the weekend, before the strike commenced.

I moved in to the apartment on the Sunday night, the night before the strike officially kicked off, but by Monday morning my entire crate of Heineken's, full bottle of cheap Scotch Whiskey, and half my supply of vodka, was entirely wiped out! The strike hadn't even started, and already 90% of my alcohol stash was gone... This gives you an idea of the company I was staying with, as well as what went on for the rest of the week.



We were all stuck inside the apartment compound together, but oh did we get pissed, throw bbq parties, swim in the pool and play colossal amounts of billiards games! In a horribly polluted and morally bankrupt country like this, the four-day strike was quite a nice and welcome change of scenery. You almost forgot where on earth you were...



Second reportable event that took place before I was struck with chronic laziness: the big middle finger incident, followed by the big wet sloppy kiss!