Sunday, 4 January 2009

The Morning and the Japanese boy


Last night we played at a party
The party was in a community hall.
The community hall had an alarm which tripped the electricity if the sound level got above two acoustic guitars and a tin whistle so we had to run extension leads from the kitchen.

Ellis liked it and he wore a silly shirt which made him look like a Hawaiian pimp.

We got up early (7.30) and it was cold.
We went for breakfast.

I didn’t write any more Hiroki but I thought some more through:

[Hiroki says his name means abundant strength but I am dubious.
His family aren’t very Japanese.
I don’t think they speak it at all.
I think it might be like when middle-aged men get shitty tattoos of Japanese symbols that they think say “I fought depression and won” but really say “cunt”.]

I think impertinence is bearable if its not directed at you.
If its used to help you
that’s fine?

I think I’ll stick it out for a bit.
This morning was nice.

Mr Funny
Mrs Splendid

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