Somewhere Between October 22 - 23rd, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

Last night, up until I don’t know when, I contemplated my taste in music as my player shuffled randomly between techno beats and an embarrassingly large number of contemporary female artists.

Now as someone who has trouble deciphering meaning in songs, I don’t really listen to the words much, in fact, most of the time I can’t even make out what they are saying. Perhaps I am too easily distracted from the harps and horns.

I believe a significant strike against soft rock though is its dependence on the “Nah nah, na yay ya ya” bit when the composer can’t think of anything clever to say. I see it as a cop out. I have to write and speak for living too and can you imagine when faced with a similar challenge, me trying the same thing? Nobody would be buying my bit.

Anyways, I concluded with my hands somewhat raised in the air that as soft as I might sometimes be, I would have to side with the good times these three appear to be having and I'm sure they don't understand much of what is being said either...

Go on you mad ravers,

Mw

October 17, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

If it is the briefs that define a case then I am probably not worthy of carrying one. Today I was a last minute substitute for a “Premier League” meeting and after a quick change at lunch my kit was worthy, unfortunately though my faithful successory let me down.

Things got off to a poor start when asked for my business card during cocktails I twice reached into my briefcase and produced ones with severely crumpled front ends; fine if you work in auto body repair, but ill suited for our organizational representation.

Second, when the meeting kicked off and the platforms were introduced, I once again responded unimpressively by reaching into the attache case and producing, instead of the “Mont Bic”, a six inch beef stick; tempting but certainly not the appropriate tool for the task.

Finally, for the third and final act I went back to the dodgy bag and intentionally produced a Diet Coke, which I cracked open with much unanticipated fanfare; my attempt to conceal the explosive pssssst with a poorly staged cough, awkwardly mistimed. Please everyone, as you were.

Thankfully much of the above, with the exception of the cola’s percussion went noticed; next time though I’d best leave Pandora’s Box behind.

Cheers,

Mw

October 10, 2009

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

From 08:00 to 8:03 I take back the streets by standing outside of the not so “Great Wall” of my guest house” to wait for the 8:04 shuttle into town. I enjoy watching the world and the world seems to get a kick out of me.

Today though I had a bit of a startle; a weathered, swollen man hand darted out from behind a baby blue burka and motioned for change, I meekly professed that I had none.

Frights come and go here and I quickly went back to monitoring our intersection, perhaps not venturing as far as I had done previously.

My apprehension was quickly substantiated when out of the corner of my eye the threat re-appeared. This time I wouldn’t be so brave...

Cheers,

Mw

Back in Business

Any Other Business?

Dear All,

I just noticed that none of the posts I have been busy writing have actually made it online for the last month and a considerable bit. Perhaps I have been pressing the wrong button.

Sorry,

Mw

Ps. Thanks for your continued interest…I realize that there are many sites both clothed and unclothed to point your mice and am very pleased to welcome you back.