So there I was strolling down King George Road on this beautiful, bright and sunny morning in Hahaharare. Your idyllic summer’s morning really, flowers in bloom, birds singing softly, you know, all that water-color painting stuff, very fecking Mills & Boon.

He fights his way up from the murky depths of fitful slumber, and sits up in what appears a vast ocean of twisted sheets and cold, rippled waves of bed-linen. Some nights, it’s all he can do to stay sane, even human: the craving has taken him.

After a great holiday involving a shyte-load of green bottles and loads of bull-mangoes, I’m finally back in Hahahare and ready for another go-round at the life thing.

From my observations in the recent past of my male peers, it seems to me that a lot of them are in need of some reeducation on the point of the female psyche.

…are the best. Like a russian and chips from Sunflower, a game of pool at Chicken Inn 9th or a coffee at Haefeli’s. Yes people, I’m in Bulawayo, and i’m loving it!

Ever noticed how many single women there at weddings? I mean, it’s like they call some sort of rally on wedding days, where they show off their cutest dresses and pose…for more than just the cameras!

What a weekend. Bachelor’s party on Friday, loads of sport on Saturday, a bit of fun and games on Sunday.

Today shall be one to remember for me, what with all the changes happening in my life, and all around me, particularly in the world of sport.

Well, since you guys seem to have all these answers for these social issues let me drop in with something which caused a huge fight with my man the other day.

So this one lady from work starts complaining about how people are modernising this whole asking out women issue – she said guys have this “faster faster model”.

A couple of chaps have criticised me for having a sort of traffic-circle scenario with my ex-girlfriends. Apparently I rotate without ever leaving the circle, and really should pick my ass up and move on down the road. Huh?