Thursday, June 23, 2011

Ascot



The MRT announcer's voice makes you think of early sixties' pleated skirts, frilly blouses and high heels — in fact the prevailing style on the streets in the inner hub here. Ascot back in the news again and Princess Margaret.
Please Mind The Platform Gap.
Lavender..... Lavender.
The Suspicious Parcels warning.
Makes you think of rough handling, lipstick smears, earnest wordless hammer behind a closet door.
The forms of empire have not ended here. Somerset. Admiralty. Lavender. Raffles..... The merry-go round continues, called by the Dux of the elocution class from the boyhood school of Lee Kwan Yew.
In the old British manner of social order, they still cane here judicially a few thousand times a year — tied and bent naked, buttocks protruding. The full-force strength of the assigned disciplinarian stipulated in the statutes (paid per stroke). The concession to humanitarian concerns no more than twenty four strokes administered on a single occasion. In addition to padding of the kidneys.
Oh but that honey with the jeweled vowels! A captivating torment.

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