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Posted on Feb 5, 2008 in Writing | 2 comments

Very Odd Sensation

Very Odd Sensation


Hey! Two nights in a row. Not predigous output but definite signs that the butterfly has landed for a while. Just called me Forrest Gumption.
A weird thing happened tonight. The stuff I was trying to right was so bleak (at least that was the intention) that I actually depressed myself writing it. It was very odd. I’m not entirely sure that I can keep this up for a whole book. Which makes me think why the hell anyone would want to read it. I think that until I remember that that is exactly the kind of book I like to read. So, I’ll buy a copy.

Ok, so, the Mr. Sulu story (such as it is, I can hear Stu groaning already). I was working in a bookshop on Princes St. It was summer and the festival was in full swing. Who should walk in but George Takei. He was doing a play in the festival about a Japanese guy that thought the war was still on. We held our breath (am I over-egging the tension here?). He did a few laps of the postcard stand and approached the till with 3 postcards. 15p each, “45p please”. And he replied with these immortal words:

“Is that a fifty, I’m not familiar with your currency?”*

The rest is all a blur. Suffice to say I didn’t utter any embarassments and didn’t get an autograph. All I got was my cheapies.

* Yes, I do the voice normally.

2 Comments

  1. Had he come out by this time ? Maybe he was trying to sweet-talk his way up your candy ass.

    Which would have made it an even better story. Just imagine the Evening News headline : “Mr Sulu Gave Me A Reach-Around”.

    Or something.

  2. …would also have fitted in nicely with the title of this blog post………..

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