Halfway into my first term at Montreal’s McGill University I began to appreciate the Canadian character. What do I like most about Canadians? As you may recall I went on a farewell tour with my mom Juanita Billabong performing in many urban venues in the United States so I have a focal point to compareContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version): Chapter 9: What I Like About Canadians! : Calm and Quiet”
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The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter 8: Minah My 140 Kilo Sweetheart
You may recall my initial infatuation with Minah my little hummingbird and tabbouleh slinging sweetheart in Montreal. I had been accepted to McGill University in Montreal with a full Claire and Warren Quimby Scholarship for Third World Disadvantaged Urchins. I didn’t need the tuition money but seeing the bastards the First World can produce, particularlyContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter 8: Minah My 140 Kilo Sweetheart”
The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned But Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter 7: That Bastard in Montreal Murdered My Mom Juanita!
I was somewhat riled by several visits the American Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Chief of the Bombay Police Inspector Suri Saleem paid to me. Did my mother have any enemies I was aware of they repeatedly queried. I knew of no enemies. They returned to ask me if I had any enemies. Me!Continue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned But Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter 7: That Bastard in Montreal Murdered My Mom Juanita!”
The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvelous (The Final Version): Chapter 4: My Displeasure with Wuhan Wet Market Publishing and Why the Term “Penniless Pensioner”
Excuse me for interrupting the flow of this modern disjunctivist autobiography but my publisher Wuhan Wet Market Publishing (WWMP) insists, and they have the contractual right to do so, that I not delve into significant details as to my name “Penniless Pensioner” in the early parts of the autobiography. My view dear reader is thatContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvelous (The Final Version): Chapter 4: My Displeasure with Wuhan Wet Market Publishing and Why the Term “Penniless Pensioner””
The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (Final Version): Chapter 3: Juanita Wallabong’s Farewell Tour
When I was 14 years old my mother Juanita no longer wanted to give live performances as the anxiety that afflicted her was overwhelming even with those “Mother’s Little Helpers” otherwise known as Xanax and the live performances only encouraged her to continue guzzling gin “to take the edge off”. Despite her live performance anxiety,Continue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (Final Version): Chapter 3: Juanita Wallabong’s Farewell Tour”
The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous: The Final Version: Chapter Two: Growing Up
Perhaps hypnosis or magic mushroom guided tour could revive my memory of my early years. As I am not presently afflicted with multiple psychiatric difficulties perhaps those early years were fine. I am told by my mother and father I relished playing in the dirt alone with my dinky toys. I could play for hoursContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous: The Final Version: Chapter Two: Growing Up”
The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter One: My Distant Past
My father Paneer Gurdeep was born in a small remote village in India. Being a young man full of ambition he hustled the streets as a purveyor of mysticism. Put another way he dealt hashish from Kashmir to temples throughout the region to the mystics who became even more mystical after ingesting copious amounts ofContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter One: My Distant Past”
RKS Literature: Napalm Nightmare (Bryce Courtenay)
“When I came to I was lying on a large raised platform together with several wounded Korean and Chinese soldiers. The bloke next to me was sitting up as if he was frozen into position, with his hands clasped about his knees. He was a blackish brown colour, the skin on his body so completelyContinue reading “RKS Literature: Napalm Nightmare (Bryce Courtenay)”
RKS Literature: Life in the 1930’s at the Colored Orphan Asylum in Harlem (Bryce Courtenay)
“The idea of a black orphan aspiring to rise above his or her predestined station in life simply never occurred to them. Children such as Jimmy who were demonstrably bright were regraded as potentially dangerous. They would only become frustrated in later life and, as a consequence, turn to crime. It was better to subdueContinue reading “RKS Literature: Life in the 1930’s at the Colored Orphan Asylum in Harlem (Bryce Courtenay)”
RKS Literature: The Suffering and Mercy of War (Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn)
“The war was merciful to men, it took them away. The women it left to suffer to the end of their days.” Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, “Cancer Ward”, 1968.
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