What could have been a very fine day at the Sha Tin Race course, turned into misery as my key banker of the day – ANKH MORPORK in the 8th race, had his second placing thrown out in the stewards room due to interference.
As one of my favourite author’s instructs us: There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
Of course, a more sensible gentleman would have been doing his washing and ironing and preparing for his trip to Tokyo tomorrow. I on the other hand, having lost all sense and sensibility sometime during war (or was it sars?), chose to get my hopes up on winning what might have been fine Quinella. So lesson du jour, dear reader’s – don’t expect much and after a crappy day at the Races – don’t go home via Wan Chai, where there is a good chance you will be taken again.
Sir, you remind me of a literary work somewhat older than that ruffian Bukowski – the Great Mr Shakespeare in his marvellous play entitled King Lear:
It is not the worst until you can say, “it is the worst”.
As a child, evading the lustful nighttime advances of older boys at Public School, I would lie awake at night pondering the meaning of this. Sad to say that I never fully grasped the meaning because my train of thought was rudely disturbed by a new boy – a German called Helmut – who, when I uttered the line mistook me to be referring to the German word “Wurst” (which means sausage) and, with some considerable panache and the unforgettable statement that “Nein – Ziz ist ze Wurst” proceeded to show me his own specimen.
I guess it was I who was ripe to be taken, and I was, forcibly, in an act of buggery that has shaped my adult psyche more than I care to admit.
Thanks a bunch for refreshing this bitter memory of the ruination of my once-young life!
I used to have a Camboodian girlfriend called “Ankh Morpork”.
Man was she sweeeeeeet.
Dunno where she is now though…
re: Bill’s “touching” story, the only thing i can think of is:
KILL BILL!!
ha ha, yes, better you finish it yourself now and if you don’t have the balls to do it honourably by your own hand then let me know and I’ll happily come over and help you out… you sad LOSER!
re: Bill’s story
William, sweet Willam, ist zat you?!
Mein Gott!! or should I say Mein Wurst??!!!!!
Achtung!