Pink Ukulele: Your Neon Lights will Shine

Your Neon Lights will Shine

11:50 AM, Monday, 25 September, 2006

There is a coconutty smell coming in my office window. It smells delicious and summery, and gives the deception that outside my window is something delicious and summery and coconutty. But there are no coconuts, not even a lovely bunch of them. There are only those crazy trees with the crazy roots that grow in a crazy way all over the crazy place. And a young man singing "Crazy for You". True! If only he'd sing Xanadu.

Just because I'm at work, does it mean I have to work?

In other news, I'm moving house at the end of this week. Goodbye to my own bathroom, frangipannis, mango trees, gardenias, Armenian neighbour and dust. Hello giant balcony, POOL, bougainvillea, POOL, gas stove, POOL and POOL.

Why is the best pub in Papua New Guinea at 17-mile? That means it's 17 miles from town. Where I live. And where I'm about to live. 17 miles from the best pub. Not Fair.

And why do I never win at Risk? Is it because I'm too chicken? Or because I develop vendettas and then embark on suicide missions in order to annihilate my nemeses? Or is it because I always demand to be red? But isn't red supposed to go faster?

I feel that tofu is my friend. I believe that it isn't wrong to eat one's friend, when one's friend is delicious and soft and juicy and flavoursome, as my friend tofu is. And tofu doesn't squeal when I stick a knife in it, and I don't have to stick it in the freezer to make it sleep but then one of its legs escapes before it falls asleep so it scratches at the freezer door leaving little footprints in the iceblocks. Tofu makes me happy - just like chocolate soy milk, caramello koalas, doritos which I had on Friday for the first time since we got to PNG because a shipment just came in to the stupormarket, and vodka.

Mmm... tofu + coconut (the real stuff including but not just the smell) = delicious.

Filed under Adventures in Deliciousness, Miscellany