Monday 9 March
I've been told that people reading this have had to seek medical help for terminal boredom so you've been warned. Read this and you could be feeding through a tube.
Adelaide cup day. Or so I'm told. Adelaidians spent up big despite the depression and economic gloom. The book makers thank you for your participation in their continued economic welfare. Personally though, I haven't seen a horse all day.
I didn't think I'd make it to the Duke's house but I did. I was very tired all day. You'd think with all that riding around yesterday I would have slept like the dead but I didn't. I was shagged but couldn't sleep so I got up, pottered round and then did all the house work. I can even cook on the stove now. Woo Hoo.
I decided that I'd wait till after my daily live cross to the United States where I talk to my good friend Doktor Oscar in Sunny rural Virginia, and then see how I felt. I felt shagged. But what the hell, I went to Dukastein's place anyway. I delivered and sorted out the data that Doktor Badger needed and the Duke gave me a copy of "Queer Duck." Which is a gay cartoon of some kind. It looks quite hysterical.
I hit the road again and came home after dark. There is a good reason for this. If I had left earlier I would have not only been riding into the setting sun but other road bound air polluters would probably not be able to see me. But with my bicycle disco lights ablaze, it was much safer. And cooler. It never ceases to amaze me. When I'm riding into a head wind like that I absolutely hate it. But when I get off the bike I think. "Hey that was damn fun."
I got home and rewarded myself with some cold watermelon and here I am.
I went and saw my Chinese girls at the fruit shop earlier in the day. The younger one insisted on giving me a portion of sweet bar toffee thing. She said she got it from Chinatown in the central market. It was actually a pretty ordinary sesame bar but I told her it was the most wonderful thing. And actually, at the time it was. Great bike fuel. Those girls are ever so sweet. I don't even know what they're saying half the time but I love them dearly. I want to scoop them up and give them a big hug but I'm not that forward.
Remind me to find out what their names are. Every time I've been in there lately there's been someone else there and/or I've been too tired and didn't want to screw it up. But I really want to find out what their stories are. I'd bet they have something interesting to tell.
I love all the people that come here from far off lands. They're so brave and generally just happy to be here. Even despite the inherent racism that still pervades this country. I love all the accents and languages. I wish I could speak them all. Hell, I wish I could speak English half good for that matter.
I've gotten pretty use to listening to accents and picking deciphering the English but communication is sometimes difficult because I only have one vocal cord. So speaking is a little unpredictable. Sometimes it works, sometimes it's but a whisper. To get any sound to come out at all, I have to be virtually shouting. After a while I tend to get hyperventilated and fall over. But I've become a pretty good listener. I like to listen to people's stories.
Well, I have no adventure planned for the day tomorrow but I'm thinking of going back to the Mercury and seeing those two films tomorrow night. Weng Weng, the 2.5 foot tall Asian James bond and "StarCrash" the Italian version of StarWars. I think I've seen StarCrash many years ago. It was a hoot as I recall.
And now to bed. Anyone want to join me? I have slik sheets? Oh well.
G'night sweet prince.
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