If I were a gambling man ...

I took a gamble today ... instead of walking up to the roof to have lunch with everyone else I wandered out into the street.

There I found a chap and his son running a grilled corn stand. By stand I, of course, mean a hand-cart piled high with corn and by grilling I mean an old tire with the hubcap reversed to form a bowl and the corn placed directly into a bed of charcoal. The corn is cooked up and then rubbed with lemon and salt. Very delicious and quite strange to be the only white guy on the street (ever on this trip) kicking back and eating street food. They were very nice and wrapped the corn in the husks so I wouldn't get my hand dirty as I ate it.

So the gamble is ... was this safe? Am I about to go down with some horrible stomach upset? Cast your votes ladies and germs.

In addition - yes there's more - there was a gang of transvestite beggars accosting the general area. (This is a thing over here: A transvestite caste connected to wedding ceremonies; have a link who are forced to beg.) Very odd. Not very effective begging since the only English they knew was "Money! Money!" No offense India, but the crackheads in Hollywood have better technique.

Tyger, Tyger burning bright

My first post is an advert. How weak is that?




However given my prediliction for games, media pop and the rest of it it does make sense.

The follow-up question would have to be how do I turn this daemon creator into the character generation system of a roleplaying game?

The secodn question would be: Do I get to play either Nicole Kidman or an armoured Polar Bear in the inevitable videogame adaptation?