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Monday, July 12, 2004 at 9:52 AM

David Bowie is human after all, for those conspiracy nuts who think he is actually the man who fell to earth. Showing his first signs of age, he had a stent inserted in his heart. I guess it will be a sign of things to come for all elder rockers - Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, The Eagles, Aerosmith. Have the paramedics on standby, direct the groupies to the opening band.

And a guy was attacked by a shark off Western Australia. Someone sent me a SMS about it. I don't know who it was, but thanks for the concern. I think I'm pretty safe - Perth is pretty far to swim to, and the sea is very cold this time of the year. Heated pool or nothing.

A man tried to pick me up today, while waiting to cross the road. White hair, coat, European, in his 50s.

Man: Where are you from? Thailand>
Me: Singapore. Where are you from? Italy?
Man: No, Romania. (Insert corny transavanian joke: we were actually 10m from House of Dracula, an Igor's-type place.) I've lived here for 20 years.

His name was Biwl (pronouced bill, don't ask me how it works) and after some small talk, he pops the question.

Biwl: I like Asian women. Do you have any friends to introduce for me to marry?
me: Er, all my friends are married.
Biwl: Are you here alone?
me: yes, my HUSBAND just went back to Singapore. But he is coming back SOON.

More small talk (What to do, it was a long walk through an area with no shops to duck into.)

Biwl: Can I have coffee with you sometime?
me: No, I don't think my HUSBAND would like it.
Biwl: But he's in Singapore.
me: Er, no.
internal voice: Hellow? Me, go out with you? Eeeeuuuwwww

We come to another traffic light and I run across the road to the sanctuary of 7-11, not before giving the fake, wellitwasnicetomeetchoo spiel.

I did think of egging Biwl on, asking him if he wanted to meet me and my HUSBAND for a threesome, but I was afraid he would say yes.

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