69th

The music was good yesterday night. As were the drinks. The conversation wasn't though. The author who I was saying was famous (Shobhaa De) was a rubbish speaker and was spouting some terribly one sided feminism. I love feminism, I just hate it when it's used either in a too general or too unconsidered way.

The music was good though. And because we'd been sitting around for most of the day we knew how best to get comfortable, so we both laid out on three pillows each in an almost completely lying position. We spoke to one of the musicians afterwards to tell him he was good and he said he thought we had been sleeping.

They were called The Men Who Pause. A bit crude really.

After the gig there was an open bar so by the time we got home we were a little drunk. Good old Indian free bars. We got off the Vikram at our stop as usual and there was an intriguing little pop-up temple, so we had a look. The guys were nice and gave us yellow bindis.

Today Mandy visited the office to do some work and we didn't end up doing much. It seems to always be the way. I have been reading the Kama Sutra and proof reading all day and so as it's a Saturday I feel I have earned our trip to a jazz festival tonight.

I have another idea about why I'm having all this deja vu (it's been less wrought with terror but still pretty consistent). I have not felt threatened in any situation since I got here so I feel like my mind is dosing me with fear because I'm so used to feeling it at some point every day in England.

Westlife style stool performance

Sai Baba pop-up mandir

Sporting bindi with temple owners

I see this poor dog every morning, I'm gonna give him some food every day and see if I can not see his ribs by the time I leave.