Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

I’m not into Asian women exclusively, it’s just that I’ve lived in Asia for a long time and they are the most available. But if any of you have read my other blog Club Totti you’ll already know that I am a multicultural sex fiend. To me variety is the spice of life.

Age is no barrier either, heh, I’ve been over here so long that some of the bargirls I knew back in the early days are now rather attractive milfs. But that’s a story for another day.

I was at the Hong Kong sevens a few weeks back. For those of you that don’t know the Hong Kong Sevens is one of the worlds great sporting events. All the worlds biggest rugby playing nations are there, as well as some of the smallest, at an event that is spread over three days.

But the Hong Kong sevens is more than just a sporting event it’s become a bit of a carnival in its own right. The crowd, many of them in fancy dress, party in the stands with as much passion as the teams playing on the field.

The organisers estimate that over the weekend the crowd consumed about 85,000 litres of beer, two tons of hot dogs, 4,500 sandwiches and 20,000 meat pies. And there are thousands of gorgeous women to drool over.

I found myself seated near a group from Australia. They would have been in their late thirties. Three wives and I assumed three husbands, all good looking people. I’d envisaged a foursome with myself and the three women even before the first beer was poured. Now after a short while it dawned on me that they were a husband short. Well as the beer flowed and we inevitably got chatting I learned the the missing husband had just been divorced and his ex had come to the sevens to lift her spirits.

It was their first time to Hong Kong but I know the city well so afterwards I took them to a favourite restaurant and after that we finished the party back at their hotel … which was conveniently close to mine. At the end of the evening I did the gentlemanly thing and walked her back safely to her room. And in the morning I was able to nip back to my hotel and get a change of clothes before the next days play.

It’s as black as night outside. There is thunder and lightning too, the rain will be hammering down again soon. It’s been raining for a few days now … the rainy season is finally here.

The rainy season is not much fun but it does serve as an annual reminder of a lass I once knew in Thailand. To go along with their formal name all Thais have a nick-name, this is invariably bestowed on the infant at birth, and is based on whatever the happy parents were thinking of when they first cast their eyes on the fruit of their endeavours. Noi (Little) is very common, Moo (pig) is also alarmingly common but it does evidence the rural nature of most of the country. My girlfriend was called Rainy Season.

She was the kind of rain that always catches you out without without an umbrella.

I was drinking in a favourite bar of mine in Patpong. It’s not a girly bar in the regular sense. Most of the staff seem to be bargirls that have since retired from the hectic whirl of pole dancing and opted for a more sedentary method of supplementing their income by becoming awesome darts players.

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