MISSING THAT EGG

The evening was good. Only about three street people, half a dozen crazies, and a small well-behaved flock of tourists having a night-time walking tour of Chinatown alleys. Plus the proprietess of the karaoke bar had turned the sound down a bit. There may have been a noise-complaint, or she got tired of white people living at the top of their little white lungs. Evenso, we gave the place a miss. Some horrid pretentious singing.

It had not been audible while smoking my pipe a block away.

Vivien at the other place is looking more like a watermelon ready to burst than ever. There's a delivery date pool. Winner gets a bottle of Jameson's Whiskey. Seeing as I never win at these things I picked halloween. That way the kid is safe.


Because I delayed too long over fun diseases on the internet -- both the Mayo clinic and Wikipedia, amongst others, the cook had already left by the time I got down to my usual Tuesday place. There was nothing to eat there. Went somewhere else, and had food that only merited slight enthusiasm. What I wanted was 牛肉免治飯 ('ngau yiuk min ji faan').
With an extra fried egg on top. And a cup of milk tea.
Oh well. Next week.

The place to which I went instead seems to be popular among the low-lifes, and attracts the tourists. And everybody spoke English, despite the waiter and other staff there being very well able to speak Chinese.

I've drawn three icky things in the past twenty-four hours. The typhoid fever bacteria, a pink slime mold aethelium, and a haemorrhagic fever virus. So it's been a pretty good day.
Both after dinner and before heading over to Vivien's for tea I smoked a pipe.

On the way to the bus stop afterwards a gentleman losing his trousers AND nether garment was pinkly visible in the next block. We kept a decent distance, and he headed further south as we turned right, and, we believe, kept on stumbling. Excelsior!

It's not that hard to master the art of wearing pants.
Many people have done it, and lived.
It's commendable.


I shall NOT be illustrating that. I do not wish to draw it.
And you do not want to see it.



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