Possibly once in a while a pearl of comic wisdom is hatched
just for you, dear reader.
A poet and a gentleman, ladies and gentlemen... Mr David Hill
British DJ in Taipei
Gloucester Funster Nik Hill
He throws up sometimes - Alan McClymont
Radio station I appear on
Read my work in POTS
Taipei bar I like
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It is murderously cold and the only heater I can find is selling at Asiaworld for about a weeks wages, is about the size of a pocket watch and has about the same effect as an asthmatic old man blowing on your feet. Coincidentally I shall be appearing as nonagerian Sir Bernard Flowers tomorrow night at Citizen Cain. Anyone who wants to come along can find me there from 5 a.m. as I shall be taking advantage of their 'heater on all day' special.
Back on the Road Again (ii)
Citizen Cain went okay, I performed the stuff reasonably but only about a third of the crowd were listening as they had come for a DJ night. Thought about doing some French rap to appease them. Thought again. Didn't.
ICRT Friday morning was fun, though it felt strange not getting feedback on stuff like in a live gig. Also felt a little constrained as couldn't touch a lot of topics - SARS, Avian flu, ex DJ Chocolate buggering two teenage boys...
Bookings are up 17.5 percent as expected and hopefully will beback on ICRT in a few weeks, when I'll have stuff more tailored to suit the radio.
Back On the Road Again - (i)
Well, fame may be lurking round the corner again, ready to pinion me with its hideous talons. After becoming too famous too quickly and having to leave the UK due to almost being recognised in the street, it may well be happening again here in Taiwan.
I'm at Citizen Cain tomorrow night for a twenty minute set, and Rick Monday, ICRT Morning Call host has said he may turn up. He has also offered to talk to me on air Friday morning. I know of course that if this happens, instant celebrity will once again be mine and I may have no other recourse but to leave for Kiribati, where it is said noone has ever heard of me (though I don't believe it).
The New Year would not have been complete without going to a traditional Chinese astrologer. Fought my way through the crowds trying to buy the last cut-price Hootie album at Hsimen Tower Records before it died, climbed up some crumbling stone steps hidden to the rear and placed my life in the hands of the withered old gentleman sat inside.
"Tell me what the future holds, oh sage," he didn't understand my use of the word 'holds' in that context, nor 'sage' outside of cooking, and was rather offended that I seemed to be calling him after a herb. A few moment later, complicated explanations out of the way, he began.
"The outlook is not good," he waved his hands around, "the skies will get darker," he stared at me enigmatically, "there will be a cold fron coming in from the North, with lows of twelve, highs of twenty one."
"What?" I said
He sensed my dissatisfaction and added, "possibly snow later in the week."
I walked back outside to check the sign again, really must improve my Chinese.
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