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6:30am

Got out of bed and i didn't say my prayers, I never do. Is it that i am too tired or have become so far removed from Nigerian society that i don't feel guilty for not doing it? I didn't anyway. I pottered around the house for ages, eventually had a shower, had cornflakes in the kitchen whilst checking out Linda Ikeji's blog for any gossip...i should know better than to take my laptop into the kitchen....

9:00am

I am in the workhouse. I have found out that my boss has been promoted to some random position in operations and so i am bossless. Also turns out that my application to change teams and subsequently, shifts has come through but i don't want it anymore. I rush to see a friend who used to be on my grade but now a step above me to put a word in....

2ish P.M

I am browsing the high street for clothes...again. I know i should not be here but i can't seem to help myself. It's no big deal anyway, as the shops are dire. Nothing of consequence to buy except my ever faithful Zara and some cheap ass stuff from H and M (Am i the only person who has sworn off H and M and their rubbish???). I trawl the high street for what seems like hours but don't get very much, i realise i am running late for my dinner appointment...

God knows what time it really is but i would imagine about 5ishpm

My friends, a married couple have a new flat and have asked me over to dinner. They have friends over as well. There is excellent N'kwobi (DON;T ASK ME TO TRANSLATE) with special brew beer and of course a proper meal with the option of wine and so on. It is more about the company though, not to say that the food was not good....
We later adjourn to their living room to talk about Nigeria, the Nigerian identity in the UK, the possibility of impending doom that is Chinese world hegemony and creches in the UK.

8pm ish

I make my way home to find the boys getting in on the baileys. I had promised that i would go out with them. R, our Malaysian friend who is a doctor in London has come down specifically for this. Even though i am not one to take things like cars seriously, i am very impressed with his new Audi. I wonder to myself if he would be able to afford this (considering his age) if he had gone back to Malaysia after medical school here....

almost midnight

After drinks and chatting to the boys, we eventually fine up and head out to town. The long club trawl. It's all dancing and drinking and in light of it being bank holiday weekend, everywhere is heaving. Jean Francois gets really drunk halfway through the night and starts to strip, egged on by delighted revellers. As his fingers hook his boxer/briefs, i decide I've had enough and hustle him out before he does any more damage.....
I quite like the oyinbo clubbing scene. It is very different to the black clubbing which is all posing, brilliant music, gorgeous people, well dressed partyer's and great dancers. You're conscious and for me personally, pretentious. But with oyinbo clubbing, the music is more likely simply to be a DOOM DOOM DOOM thing with everyone swaying in unison. Everyone is drunk so no one is looking, and people aren't that impressed with what you are wearing per se....simply put, it is easier....
We eventually tumble out of our last hunt towards six....

6am ish...

We're back in my kitchen eating takeout and cornflakes. Its getting strangely cold and we are all trying to get jean Francois to feel sheepish (I left out all the sordid details). I eventually have a shower and put Jill Scott on. I start on Chimamanda Adichie's Half of a yellow sun but don't get very far, after all; it was 24hrs ago that i was here in bed last....