My love life is a complete soap opera. Three wives, six children (of whom more in a minute), a black African lover with her 7 bumster brothers (my time in the Gambia) and my time with the ladyboys of Bangkok. You could not make it up! And then. And then. Eldest son by first wife turns out to be a serial womanizer and his ex girlfriend has now become a close friend as a result of the book. Eldest son by second wife has gone rolling eyes bonkers, threatening me with death and destruction (he put out a contract to kill me whilst I was in Bangkok) and all for the reason that I had left his mother. I await with bated breath what the next episode is going to reveal. But theres more. I see a picture of the three others at a recent wedding and suddenly I see a replica of our gardener (the very fit, at the time of the childs conception, 26 year old gardener) sitting there carrying my name! Frankly, it was time for a good belly laugh, to spit in the face of Fate and tell my Guides that my life is turning out like some cheapskate pantomime. People I have another book inside me. I will call it 50 Shades Of Shag Pile. And you think that I am joking?
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 19:07:47 +0000