Through Buffalo street you hit Dunlop Street, Little India began to fade in my mind the thought of a curry, here, escaped through my panties as the deeper i went the more run down since my last visit, the view became, the memories of a excellent curry stayed a memory...I came across the Prince of Wales backpackers Hostel...twenty-two dollars a night..stay three get one night free plus a free Beer....i paused.glanced inside...Manchester Untied were on the big screen the same match i had seen a few days ago..i wondered...one night free..is it really that bad...i have been in such places cleanness was next to Godlyness, so my father told me, was the first instruction during national service, three generations down the line such words have remained in national service archives.Outside a police car and ambulance caught my eye on the floor clutching his arm in a bandage on a stretcher was a male white man, blood was here,there, not masses but enough to catch the eye,those stood around in uniform did not seem in much hurry perhaps the free night and a pint of beer was the cause or perhaps he was lost and should have been on the Costa's in Spain. Perhaps they were having a whip round for his ticket to such places.
I walked on still in search of the Last Samurai..i came upon a cage, big as a Tennis Court surrounded by cold fridges...full of beer...one called Flying Horse whispered seven point nine percent brewed in India...i recoiled thought what the fuck..and backed out into the sunshine, a white man turning to the colour of a cooked prawn sitting with perhaps his wife, was drinking Special Brew,i instantly i felt sorry for him,forgave his senses in travelling perhaps ten thousand miles to drink Special Brew.
I used to watch old men drink Special Brew when i was eighteen..i asked for one..i never asked again...if there is a drink you can stand a spoon in,that was such a drink in my youth..as they say each to his own. I left the pure Beer men in the noonday sun, Noel Coward was right, the Last Samurai had once more eluded me....and i was not sure on this noon whether i was a mad dog or an Englishman.So goeth.