Sunday, June 11, 2006

5678

The thing with badminton is all sorts of replacements for the shuttlecock you have to use when you really want to play. So three in the morning, friends who were staying over decided to head to the garden behind my building for a game, and we ended up losing one of those miniature tennis balls, and then switched to an innovative shuttle made out of the top of the bottle cut of and deep vertical cuts to imitate the feathers. Worked pretty well, but spun like hell and made a lot of noise. We decided to make the bottom heavier by packing it with mud, but then there was mud over everyone (it worked like crazy for two volleys or so)... finally we just bent over the ends and made a sort of folded flower and played with that instead. What would really have worked like a charm would be balled up alluminium wrapping, but we did not have any around... we decided to stop playing because we were creating a lot of noise, but then it didn't matter any more because the birds came out. Cuckoos I guess... amazing sounds. The world wakes up earlier than I thought it would...

1 comment:

Unknown said...

wat are you man... filmmaker, sportsman, weirdo, writer, chain smoker/drunkard scientist, very semi-psychiatristish!!! very very unassuming and unpredictable to the 'U'...