An Ash Wednesday Supper

March 3, 2006 David Hurley 1

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…]

Bogstop Lapse – No. 1.

February 4, 2006 David Hurley 2

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…]

Not Marching in the Field of Trasimene

January 28, 2006 David Hurley 2

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…]