Spied the robot from the concourse wending through the tables, the blue striped FT on the bench. Despite which, onward through the doors. Nadia had long been boycotting Starbs, along with Amazon and the others. Musta been years walking past without setting foot. For a minute it seemed the paper cup was standard and unavoidable, on every table. In fact if you asked specially at counter the other could be provided, specially. (There may have been a net thing about germs after machine washing.) Mr T. T. tutup again and Sarah’s tea counter only opened at 11. The OneKM outlet’s morgue emptiness couldn’t be stomached, on the passes to the burek indoors the classic rock covers & prairie ballads were still on high rotation. Better the neat & shiny eager beaver grand-sons & daughters of coolies at PLQ. $6.80 now for the small. Stupendous what can go down without a blink. Imagine inventing a place like that on a drawing board 40-50 years back. Even a god allowing his creation freewill would pull down the columns here. Facing them all, while they preferred looking into the body of the hall. And don’t forget, replicated by the tens of thousands all points of the compass. Heavy security in Africa, the mid-East and other corners. G. Serai was a 6-7min. walk away, during Ramadan all church/mosque mouse quiet. The older FT in blue was the only other white in attendance; bananas otherwise... No. Hang on. Adjacent was a young IT in tee working from home today. (Even in a condo it was tough solo on the top.) You once bought yourself one of those belts with the stainless buckle. Mid-30s Chin biz guys behaving like granddads. Oh! Another older FT joining, dressed casual by his wife. Closing quart past 9, you understand every last one of the tables will shortly be occupied and many disappointed. Certainly there was no presumption of sharing here. You got in early, lucky you. (SG had the highest saturation McDs per capita on the planet, and Starbs could not be far behind.) 5 & one ½ jam did it overnight, tossing & turning after dawn, sweating Athens, Macedonia & Serbia. Robot delivers to the elder lady at the bar, where there was beer on tap and cocktails presumably. Blog hammering continues apace, nineteen & one half dozen hits yester. Theft of some kind odd kind, when if they wanted they could collect the entire archive with a couple swipes, Wahyu suggested. Not productive of SG to take a stronger stance against Israel, according to the usefully Muslim Assis. Min. for For. Affairs on CNA. Might be the modest quiet guy who takes an occasional teh at Sarah with his wife. Friggin’ breathing’ down the neck this nasty little tool, whisper-swishing quiet. Feelin’ the strength of Ned Ludd big time in the righteous right arm. The Chin boys are the exception; all others solitary and good proportion not getting much lovin’, by the looks. (Plummeting birth rates continued, no one could explain it in this clean island paradise.) Your own pen & paper creates one heck of a sight too, mind, the kids roundabout masking their astonishment. What would all those tops be worth at point of purchase, $50k? If the lashes moseying up thought she might get lucky with an old white For. Talent she’s badly overplayed her cards, like greenhorn Zelensky. Poor sweet hon. Invariably the persiflage is wafer thin here and carried nervously, esp. before the eyes of the whites. Humanity! Incapable of rescue! Hegarty with the tattoos beneath his suits—veteran of the tanks steamrolling the enemy during Dessert Storm—has sided with China, N. Korea and someone else at the UN for reservations on the aggressor over in the East. 30-40 casualties from an overnight strike on a Ukrainian military training ground, ninety plus injured. Pretty remarkable having T. the one to bleed for all that appalling loss of life. (Biden had famously been ready to fight to the last Ukrainian.) In the afternoon finally decided to hit BBC highlights on the speech. Long, long lead time before he got to the podium, like the big sports, players emerging from the dugouts. Panning over the crowd, Vance & Mel. Finally, finally, the conquering hero. Shakes, hugs, pats, air kisses. In his opening acknowledgments the First Lady was given her big, BIG dues. Clapclapclapping. That mouth had never been revealed like that before, post box slot, parcel size. Fitting AAA dental. Gee, that was some trap. Don’s regular duck bill couldn’t hold a candle. As the lady brightened her smile the silver eye-liner gleamed like mercury. Really great shape; dieting & anxiety had worked a treat. Were there another global leader like her husband he would have complimented her; if he was not married asking her to cocktails in his room. Guy had studied his speech; L/R swinging like a metronome again. Nothing like it. Seen nothing like it. Spectacular. In the short 6 weeks surpassed all previous records. Minor heckling; placards; one guy ejected. (In the Serbian parliament the day before smoke bombs had been discharged by the Opposition.) Our Mel how many years there now, 18-19? Did he have it off with some gal while she was in hospital delivering, or was that some guy in cabinet. Her folks in a short snippet when they were fast tracked for the Green Cards. Great people. Decent & good. Father older than his son-in-law, wasn’t it? Bald patch barely in evidence. The gal must stop sometimes casting back to the first few years, doing the rounds putting out in the big city; the big moment, her lucky break. She musta handled it just right.
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