A second opportunity

[desperance]

My nice Chinese chilli-growing friends want to do business with me again. They want to sell me these fabulous-sounding dried chillies, in the usual 50-kilo bags, minimum order one container-load as before.

And y'know what? I do so wish I could say yes. Just once, to be in the import-export business, to have a small godown filled with chilli-sacks and to wander among 'em, sniffing that dust and slapping their flanks and rubbing samples between my fingers to show to Sydney Greenstreet my chief customer, and to have dodgy policemen sniffing around and sneezing in the chilli-dust because they're sure I'm smuggling something unsavoury in those sacks and only using the chilli to defeat their dogs, and...

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Oh, that would be so cool. And you'd have Sammo Hung Kam-Bo in cop mode hanging about (I'm thinking of 'Martial Law').

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I know what you're thinking of (a line I can never actually use without remembering a moment from my sordid adolescence, when an Older Man was introducing me to a slew of new experiences, one of the more innocent of which was the soundtrack to "Cabaret". There's a moment where Joel Grey sings "I know what you're thinking," at which point m'friend said "Oh no you don't," in a voice that - well, it lingers. Thirty years later, it still lingers...).