The Fry Chronicles

dear ageless how immmmpatient you are,

no i was not scared i have been trying to learn the language of tommmmatoes and i think i have discovered sommething this is what it is:

the tommatoes only have one word they say it all the timmme and what they say is manngo mmango mmango mmango, this leads mme to deduce they are speaking latin what do you think ageless?

although i note that you were lying about your knowing of their language.

why did you do that ageless??? we are friends we should not lie.

i like part two of your story of the japanese girls, do you think the answer to the mmmmystery
is that they left the beach to change their clothes , and that you simmply didn't see themmm go?

but it doesn't mmmatter, it is a most delightful and mmysterious story. have you any mmmore?

i want to tell you a story too, would you like mmme to?

only i can't just now because i ammm reading like the clappers sommething that i don't think you would like, it is the fry chronicles it is about stephen fry the mman who wrote it. he wrote it about himself you would be bored. there is no sand in it no stones or pebbles only stories about cammmmbridge university and the footlights club and his commmmedy career i like it myself i ammm into commmedy and the nammme droppings of english life

i bet you aren't, being a lobster

i have to finish it quick because mmy sister wants it,

therefore byebye for now agelesss, but keep on writing to mmme i always have timme for you my dearest agelesss

your dearest kobo x

Where Are You Kobo?

dear kobo why have you not answered me why,,,, i mean why not????

did i make you scared about the tomato bugs i worry that i did,,,,,

it was just a joke i do not know their language i don't know anything,,,,,tomato bugs,,,,,they are no relative of mine,,,,,,

it's just the colour,,,,,,,, and the segmentation,,,,,,but,,,,,no,,,,,i think they are maggots,,,,,keep away from them,,,,, that's all,,,,,,

let me go on with my story,,,,,,

after the two japanese girls had reunited with their daddy-brother and their mummy in the cotton bonnet,,, i stopped looking in their direction,,,,,,,,,for a moment,,,,

when i looked again the girls had disappeared,,,,,the mummy and the daddy-brother were walking towards the water talking,,,,,i scanned the beach my eyes on stalks i scanned the water the two girls were not in the water,,,,, not swimming ,,,,,,

moments later the two girls came on to the beach from the sand dune trail for a third time,,,, although to my knowledge they had not gone off,,,,

now they were dressed identically in shorts and cutoff black tops double crisscrossed at the back,,,,,,

this was and is a mystery to me,,,,,,,

do you like it kobo, do you???? answer me !!!! answer your friend

ageless

Australia Day

dear kobo,,,,,,coff, coff,,,,,it's me,,,,,i've finished moulting!!!

clikclikclik,,,, oh let me start again i'm a bit nervous ,,,,,dear kobo,,,do you remember me???

yes i've finished moulting have you forgot your friend ageless,,,, ageless lobster????

i was thinking about you kobo all the time but yesterday i was at the beach,,,, haha you will be laughing,,,,,ha ha you will be saying,,,,he is always at the beach,,,,

i am, but yesterday,,,,,i thought you would like this story,,,,,

i was sitting on the beach just looking,,,,,,there were people everywhere and flags stuck in the sand red white and blue fluttering,,,,,,,

two japanese girls walked on to the beach from the sand hill track,,,,they looked left and right,,,,,they pointed,,,,,

they were thirteen years old i think in human terms,,,,clikclik,,,,when i looked again they were gone,,,,,,

i looked up the same two girls were coming down the sand hill track again looking to left,,,,, clikclik,,,, and to right and pointing,,,, one of them cried out,,,, there!!!!! and they started running,,,,,they ran towards a man and a woman,,,,,the man was laughing,,,,

the man was wearing black shorts and his upper body was white,,,,,,,one of the girls ran straight up to the man and hugged him round the waist and swung around him like a maypole with her two legs off the sand,,,,,,,

i thought about you kobo then,,,,,,,,

please write to me if you remember me i hope you liked my story there was sand in it yes,,,, but it is me who likes sand,,,,,, sorry clik,,,,,,, your friend ageless

What You Learn - Part two

And it's not just confined to what you learn about yourself. You learn a lot about the wider world as well, on a bus.

Take the trip home for example. I'm on a different bus, obviously. This one is travelling east. Behind me a group of Japanese girls are laughing and talking rapidly in Japanese. I suppose it's Japanese. One of them says "okay" three times in one sentence. I suppose it was one sentence.

The two girls sitting in front of me aren't Japanese. One has crinkly chestnut hair tied up in a topnot, the other has black wavy hair. They're wearing tops that are not identical, but an identical shade of violet. They're not talking. That's because one is reading. She is reading a small comic book.

I like to see what people are reading. And it's easy to do on a bus. Her book is called Bleach. It looks like a Japanese manga. The characters look fierce, or sad, and have those round eyes and spiked hair. She's holding it up quite high, so I can see. She turns a page. Now there's a cute animal character, that looks like a bear or a cat. Ichigo! it cries, in a speech bubble shaped like a star. Ichigo! I thought I told you to be gentle with me!

To be honest, I didn't learn anything from that. And anyway, I was more intrigued by the two girls' violet tops. One was a tee shirt and one was a hoodie. They weren't school uniforms. The girls were too old and one had long red nails. I wondered if they were sisters, or twins. The Mothra twins! But no...

It wasn't till later that I learned the story of Ichigo, Rukia, the Hollows and the Soul Reapers. And I didn't much care for it either.

But that's not the point.