Crash 'n Bash Heavens

Roughie here the only one who can get the TeeV going with the remote when the Deaf was in such need. The uncle when he was approached excused himself apologetically: “sadly” man was without the knowledge. Such a smart cookie ordinarily, even a good teh maker (though the genuine long-stretch tarik was beyond the fellow). As if on cue, immediately after the exchange the main man himself arrived, surprised at the welcome and all modest and bashful. Gee. Oh. I dunno how none of the others get it.... Bowing his head like a schoolboy reluctant to claim any kind of precedence, especially over his elders…. And boy oh boy! was there ever a wait for the satellite to kick in while Rafi (more properly) fiddled. The forefinger whirling at the wrist appreciated by Deaf. Noodle-cooking or salad-tossing sign—unorthodox as it may have been—equally appreciated. A whale of a wait. Luckily it was all replays and no keenly awaited championship-deciding kick-off. Good goals for all that once we had picture, maybe the Deaf had not seen them all. Chap seemed to suggest he had indeed caught one at least of the monster thunder-claps through the afternoon. 15:45 he drew on the table-top and showed how the rain had angled in under the awning from all directions—the market behind us, the works across the road and the Haig on high. No surprise; Jupiter, Mars and all their lieutenants marching on to war; seems it had actually shorted all the lights here too, TeeV included. (The reason for the long re-booting.) From where the matter of all the lighting that would be inflicted upon us once the Mall/Cultural Centre across the road was done and dusted. The Deaf pointed at all the green tinted windows that recalled the forest of yore presumably. Startled rabbits; frying basically we would be beneath that glare. Though to be honest, with the delivery it was unclear whether the man was actually putting a negative spin on the matter. On the contrary, it was possible a defeat of night for the Deaf might in fact constitute a significant plus. Certainly the way the lads were going at it over there 24/7 the fit-out could be all complete within a couple months. There would be ceremonies scheduled long ago, ribbon-cutting, prizes for the architecture, give-aways to early bird shoppers, Indonesian and Malaysian dignitaries who kept their ill-gotten gains in the local banks attending with their wives. The day after the blackout, the Eve itself, it must have been the best part of twenty hours without pause pouring and then cascading from the awnings in the brief intervals between full-throttle. The real NY here is ahead of course—the Bow-Wow hard upon us middle of next month. At the entries to the new malls in China they have already erected giant canine cuties. After the Xmas snow-draped fir fantasia on Orchard Road one could not guess what was in the works currently.