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wot to do?

nothing clever to blah at the moment and apologies for the silence. was preoccupied tweaking the scripts to this blog, apart from the load of tosh emitted from the gaffer lately.

here's a recycled post off my blogspot thingy, a larf with a wee island slant. note the asterisk thingy which is a recent addendum.

there was a rumour once many many moons ago that ethnic indians were bypassed for selection to the wee island footy squad.

the reason? whenever corners were to be taken, these chaps would inevitably open a corner shop.

* when asked to verify the above, the spokesman of the wee island football association spluttered: ".. that is of course a very vicious lie which does more harm than good to our already fragile inter-racial relations..."

before Ms Chow Ah Lian - or Ahlian Chow as known to the rest of the blue marble - could continue her rhetoric of how the Legitimate Gangsters are continuing their efforts to dish out freebie citizenship to third-rate foreign footballers - read: BRAZILIAN and SERBIAN - to displace the natives; this reporter decided to take matters into his own paws by interviewing said ethnic indian players...

:: please note that conversation is in the rather unique wee island spoken english style, varying between the not-very-posh and peasant-class standards ::

busybody reporter: so how, is it true or not?
indian player: true or not as to?
busybody reporter: that you'd open a corner shop every time you take a corner?
indian player: it's in our blood, what to do?
another indian player who is clearly offended: eh, it's like the chinese, everywhere they go they open a takeaway
busybody reporter: hmm.. you have a point there. but how come everywhere i turn i always see malays playing football?
yet another indian player obviously sidetracking: no idea. but the malays also like to sit at the void deck (ie: ground floor of block of flats) playing guitar what

this interview, sadly didn't even see the light of day. how come? a gag order was imposed upon the daily rag. 'nuff said.

* disclaimer: these bits are but a figment of Breanagh McT's imagination. although it is true that brazilian and serbian footy players who can't even make it to their respective national teams ply their trade over here. it is true also that malay fellas are usually found at void decks strumming guitars.

no matter, this piece is copyrighted stuff.