The Drunk Hunts

I have successfully ditched Mac, and my fears about Captain Nixon’s choice of poison have been confirmed. Why on earth did he rampage around town looking for VAT 69 when the Eagles’ Nest (Berchtesgaden, the Nazi’s playhouse) is perched ready to be taken, when it (the VAT) is such awful stuff? Back in Malaysia it was good old Mr Walker and his black version, but now, I have experimented with a wider, lower grade range and apart from Mac (McAllister) they have been all very disappointing. Returning to at least Mr Walker’s better black would be tempting, although the Glen Clan (Glenlivet, Glenmorangie, Glenfiddich and the rest of those Scottish names pronounceable only after they’ve have drowned you with the stuff) would be even better if not quite so pricey.

I have a couple of meetings today; not so sure how they would turn out. As usual, I have committed the whole thing to God. I also met someone on Saturday – a weird cloak and dagger operator who chose to meet in Flagstaff Gardens of all places. I later told Theresa I felt like we were a couple of gays meeting up in a public park. The park was peppered with mounties (no, not gays enjoying each others’ companies – cops on horses) who were getting ready for demonstrators for the G-20 meeting. It turned out the mounties had more spice later that day, as the demonstrations stayed true to form and got violent. Thankfully, I left the park and the city just as the show was about to get started. The meeting in the park is probably best left forgotten, as the guy was as elusive as the proverbial eel and I couldnt pin him down (sorry, no picture unbecoming was intended to be conveyed) on ANY issue. He was a fund manager whose law firm is an adjunct to his more lucrative financial operations only, could arrange any sort of investment, I only had to arrange the client, and the documentation would all be ready with his firm’s rich databank which I would have full access to. So I get the client, reel him in, provide the documentation and he does what? No thanks. I couldnt get any data out of him or his equally sparse website.

Meetings today? One is with a recruiter in Richmond – that’s at 12pm. Then it’s with someone else I met on Thursday and again on Friday, to maybe discuss in further details, the terms of any potential relationship. He was vague on Thursday and Friday, but that was probably because I couldnt decide if I was going to say yes to him. It meant a return to suburban practice, at lower remuneration, but which he assured me would be compensated by a share of fees earned. I dont know. There was a lunch in Auntie Hooi’s place after church yesterday and a few of the church leaders were there. The usual advice to pray was dispensed and the usual assurance that yes, I have been praying, was returned. Thankfully it was all true – I have been doing that but again, there has been the usual silence, in any and all form. I know God is there and He watches over His children but, as my recent theme has suggested, I could use some tangible form of assurance every now and then. I guess I have to contend with a different form of assurance yet again.

Meanwhile, I hunt and hopefully, not while I’m drunk.