‘Hello, Department of Pumpkin Soup? I’ve just reinvented the form and I thought you ought to know. What? Oh, ginger, smoked paprika, cumin, cinnamon… Cinnamon. Yes. And some apples. Hard green apples, but I baked them in the oven first, alongside the pumpkin and sweet potato. Well, it’s winter now. Huh? Oh, that’s funny. Well what you folk fail to realise is, in the subtropics if it is 4 degrees outside, it is 4 degrees in your living room. We are living in matchboxes on stilts. Yeah nah that’s Celcius. Yeah we do. Us, and the rest of the world. K thanks, goodnight! Bye bye from the future. Friday turns out fine.’
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a book’s a passport
A friend who was enamoured of it took one of my books to Hong Kong, and tried hard to get the lady in the passport booth to stamp it. She would not be persuaded. Instead I received a series of postcards through the mail: Dear Cathoel, it’s a beautiful day in Hong Kong and I am taking your book for a stroll by the river. Dear Cathoel, your book and I are having chicken noodle soup on the markets.
