Sinister: Cock on meals

[kenneth.chu at xxx.uk]

Hejla Sinisterla,

Oh, gosh.  It's been a whole over a month since I had last written.  I have 
not forsaken you, believe me, it's just been a crazy over-a-month.  For
those 
who don't keep track of my every post, last time I wrote I managed to fall 
off a bus during a haze of intoxication and cracked my head, after a Dizzy 
Rascal gig (really was feeling the Dizzy after that)

Well, I've recovered from that now, head pain replaced by heartaches.

You know somebody is a true friend, when they turn up to your birthday
party, 
before you do, at your own flat, and then give you presents of booze and a
tin of 
"COCK" brand curry sauce.  When they bake you a cake and make cocktails with

names like "Frogspawn" and accompany you in keeping your neighbours awake
singing 
"I Believe In A Thing Called Love" on the karaoke machine until 2 in the
morning.

All these little things are those I remember the best, and what make me all 
simultaneously smiley and teary eyed.  The crazy drunken post-bowling 
singer-songwriter party in Finsbury Park; The picnic in Oxford featuring the

indestructible bubbles; The pub quizzes at The Shepherd; The filthy origami 
at The Approach; The outlandishly unpractised "Red Bull Dozers" "gig"; The 
Sunday roasts; The Bowling; The Fun; The funny named ales.  I can go on.

What can I say about Liz that hasn't already been mentioned by everyone
else, 
as her loveliness was so obvious?  Always so organised, so smart in knowing 
everything, never holding a grudge against anybody, and so never ever 
pretentious.  When everything else were being crazy in my life, I could
always 
find comfort in Liz, knowing that she would have had all of her things in 
order, and be willing to give a hand to her friends.  A couple of years back

I was having a very nasty time and my world was upside down, I cried my eyes

out, Liz was there and she gave me lots of tissues.  I've since learnt how 
not to cry outside so much, but I wish I can take my phone out and look up 
the "Liz" right now.

It was lovely to see plenty of folks last weekend, it's nice.  Kerplunk! was

quite a good game, too, but we had decided that the setting up time:playing 
time ratio was too rubbidge for our liking.

Ken
P.S.: Oh God.  A whole post and still no puns.  Well, once, many years ago
at 
a picnic in Hyde Park, I think for some reason Liz and I were talking about 
being a transvestite, and I inadvertently said something like "ooh, that's a

drag..", and she laughed.  And I nodded knowingly pretending it was a 
deliberate pun...
Bad Ken.


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