Not sure what it is but perhaps revolutionary Nepalese foreign workers, roasted canine dinners and the perpetual haze enveloping his workplace must be getting to the usually unperturbable Big Bicep Barry - who normally exudes a regular laid-back surfer dude persona. The man was as usual a bit bummed about work - hence the alcoholic drinks. Seriously though, I don't think it's all that easy working in the traditional Chinese family business. Imagine having your dad throwing a conniption about accounts and spreadsheets in the office - and then later at the family dinner table too. How nightmarish. Would probably make me wanna throw up the tepid homecooked tofu.
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Still, being stressed at work didn't stop the man from splurging on some snazzy ( and terribly expensive for fucking shorts ) board shorts during a quick stop at Quiksilver and when I mentioned it in passing, he said it was retail therapy. Instead of spending loads of moolah on shorts of all things ( regardless of the superior quality, improved details and all that shmuck ), I automatically blurted out a suggestion of writing as alternative therapy.
Paul : Maybe you should write a blog.
Barry : What?
Paul : Did I really just say what I think I said?
Barry : Write a blog? You did.
Paul : Forget what I said. That never happened.
Barry : Yeah, you did. It's a good idea actually. I should write a blog, unload my feelings, improve my English. Hey, you never told me where your blog was.
Paul : And you'll never know.
Barry : Why not? I could get some pointers.
Paul : Because I used to write filthy, nasty things about what I'd do to your naked body.
Barry : Huh.
Guess there are some things we can't talk about. :P Still, he seems more than a little enthusiastic so don't be surprised when you see a link to a Barry on my blogroll one day.