There were only three players in the mahjong parlour Friday evening, Noda, David and Ray. Mama was complaining about the unpredictability of business these days. Mind you, all three of us ordered grub and Noda and David drank their way through the evening so she did ok out of us. [Read more…]
Until he overlooked the fact that some of his tiles were about to be surrounded, Old Ardle had been playing a bit above his usual standard. I don’t say that he was on his way to victory, merely that defeat, though very likely judging from the early arrangement of tiles, [Read more…]
I met old Ardle for lunch on Monday. We went to one of the Italian joints on Namiki Dori where, in Ardle’s own words, he is “known”. Known for what may be another matter. He spent most of lunchtime chatting up the waitress who used to be one of his [Read more…]
I had a curry lunch with my old chum Flaminius Titus Ardlus Waddicus who had a Unique Glow about him. Ardle, as he is known to his friends, breezed into the restaurant plugged into his iPod and dressed in a brown Uniclo jacket, beige Uniclo hooded top, beige Uniclo baseball [Read more…]
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