Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

results

I am happy I think for the old friends. They scored very well and it was maybe world class too I think. Over here where I am there is little news about the little place, but this time is the Internet and I found the news.

To Kapten Hokk and the Alchemist and Major Anonym, I am raising a cup of black black coffee and singing. Best we meet together again this year! Maybe you will go away from that hole of hell now and be paid more money as you are worth.

Sincerely,

Bjaerni.