Happy Birthday Mr Mayor - THe Growler
This one ties in all recent threads on parking, drink driving, policing (quality of or otherwise) and adds some unique oriental flavor. Feel free to ignore by all means, but I have to cheer myself up after Ian's announcement -- bleh :-(

Today I need to go into our fair capital city of Manila, renowned for its night-time activities ;-) and the spectacular sunsets on the bay which actually are partially the result of its being the worlds's 4th most polluted metropolis. Lord help them in the upper 3.

Anyway, getting out of my sub-division where I live on to the express way is about 15-20 mins for a 4 km drive. Today it is taking for ever. Stop-start stop start. At one of the stops, I call over a traffic enforcer. What's up boss, I say? Maybe it's a Pepsi or beer delivery artic that's got jammed up somewhere - a common occurrence in the narow streets. Joey's birthday, sir. So? He's having a party up ahead sir.

Joey Marquez is our city mayor, he is a retired basketball player, extremely wealthy, very popular (Growlette melts at the sight of him, I know because she met him at a gas station once) and is currently in the middle of a highly publicised affair with a local movie actress. Thus his appearance tends to bring out the devotees, the anti's, the curious and the inevitable hordes of kibitzers who have nothing else to do.

Finally it becomes clear. The road has ben reduced to one car width. There are TV trucks, Nissan Patrols with no license plates and blacked out windows (Bodyguards) double parked, an Army HumVee (!)at least 30 police Kawasaki motorbikes and Lord knows what else.

Anyway the party has overflowed on to the street and at a group of tables are the riders of the 30 bikes, uniform shirts open, their porker beer bellies straining, gunbelts over the backs of the chairs, all swilling San Miguel beer amid large piles of empties. I should also add that it is 10.30 in the morning.

So much for law enforcement. Tomorrow's papers should have a tasty array of bank robberies, kidnappings and other naughties. Drunken porkers on motorbikes? The mind boggles, even here.

Dunno what Mr Brunstrom would make of this at all.


Happy Birthday Mr Mayor - Paul Mykatz-Tinks
The way Mr Brunstrom's going, he's going to need said Hummer escort soon.

I know these things.....................