The middle-aged man with a tummy, (in shorts and socks and leather shoes, clutching a ladies' handbag, using an umbrella as a walking stick), sashays through the rows of lanterns, peering and pouting and flinging his legs out in front of him as he walks.
[The ubiquitous grating electronic sounds play from plastic lanterns - Spiderman, Nemo..they even have F4 on lanterns now! ]
The excessively-muscular black man in black goggles (at night?!) and a tight, colourful lycra cycling outfit weaves up and down the rows of shops in his racer bike. The porcelain dolls stare out of shops and you wonder if any of them come alive and march down the streets in the wee hours of the morning like Chucky.
The tourist aims his large black camera at us and he thinks he could escape unnoticed but I NOTICED and stared into his large black camera (wondering at the same time what a cool assasination device it would be if light could kill). He was definitely taking a picture of you. And after taking it he stared at the digital screen for a very very long time, then started taking the shophouses around him as if that could have fooled anyone. Grr.
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The flyover next to the esplanade is wide and silent. If you lie down across the road, how long will it take before you get rolled over by a car?
Then again, suspense kills.
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