Sinister: Idleberry fucked in a war

[Kenneth P Y Chu]

Finding things to write about can be difficult
Until you find inspiration
Can I find any inspiration?
KNOWS.

Idleberry put a cryptic message on her last e-mail, apparently, if you 
follow the instructions inside the cryptic message you'd find that she's a 
good shag.

Enough about fucks tho, I'm talking about ducks instead.

I ate some last night, from my favourite Chinese restaurant on Queensway in 
London.  The restaurant was nice, small but thriving, and they played cheesy 
Chinese pop tunes in the background, I was surprised to remember some of the 
old classics.  The walls of the restaurant have a line of mirrors going 
right around, across the middle and you can watch yourself eating, or spy on 
the pretty Chinese girl sitting at the table behind you.

I saw the little corner seat which I remembered was where I used to sit 
whenever I was going there on my own.  But this time I went with friends.  I 
also remembered how nice ducks tasted, it has been about a year since I've 
last had a duck.  A wise old lady once told me that a good duck is worth 100 
gold, when I told her I didn't have 100 gold she told me to duck off.

Before getting my duck, we also went to play ice-hockey, but without the 
sticks, nor the puck, nor 5 big armoured men charging at my face, but that 
never stopped me being tackled onto the ground, by gravity.

That did nothing to quench my Winter Olympics aspirations however, as I 
proceeded to try out figure skating and attempted that trick where you skate 
on one foot, and the other one where you maintain your grace whilst falling 
over, I needed further work on both.

Stuck for ideas now I'm going to talk about transportation, like trucks, or 
possibly trains.  Travelling on trains on Saturday nights is always fun, for 
they are always jammed with drunk people, there was one guy who started 
talking to another guy about how intriguing it was to find that the 
millenium bridge is slightly curved, rather than straight.  Then, at the end 
of his train journey, he for some reason felt the need to convince me that 
he wasn't gay, despite carrying a pink flower with him, apparently that was 
for his mother.

I think another person on the train decided that I looked like Grasshopper 
from the TV series "kung fu", and started doing a rather brilliant 
impression of the said martial arts master, a much better impression than I.

There were also two girls who were very subtly inebriated, and started 
talking to everyone on the train, quite quietly, except when they gave a 
"big up" to the so solid crew massiv' who incidentally were on board, the 
"big up" was only verbal, though, rather than oral, or literal, for which I 
was disappointed.  According to one of the girls, I had a nice scarf, and 
that my elegant newspaper reading posture appealed to her, I said thanks.

I'm sorry this e-mail sucked.

Ken

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