He wants to switch sides they say. They have stopped paying him his allowances and he now wants to go over .. to the LIGHT side, they say. HE is enjoying himself too much with some newly-found lasses, they say, and Marina Lee is not happy about it, they say. He swaggers and staggers drunk one night back from a Vauxhall pub and landed in some kind of gutter longkang and spent some soberization night there, they say. He was once admitted for some mental illness in England, they say.
Piffles, I say. Piffles!
The good fugitive and ex-jailbird is coming back purely for one and one reason only: he misses budu and cencalok and you can't find find original budu and cencalok in London. The Korean cencalok-budu in Kensington are too grimy, the ones found in Peterborough sold by the Thais are made from pig entrails (not that he minds, I think) and the ones sold in Bayswater have packaging written in Kelantan jawi and all but really are made by Jason Chow and family in Soho, by hand. So stand down, all you conspiracy theorists. Its not the gomen who is enticing RPK to return home. Its some age-old, salted, fermented and pickled tadpole-anchovy delicacies.
The following poem was published in May 24, 2010 in Rocky Bru
There was a girl from Nantucket