As part of Shiten’s “Bonsai Education and Care in the
Community Programme” we often send out our disciples to spread the Shiten Way to Bonsai Clubs and
individuals alike. Last night saw Shiraz
slurping SUTEKI Simon visit Kent’s premier, forward thinking and proactive
Club, Maidstone Bonsai Society, to help enlighten their membership on the use
and enjoyment of Accents in Bonsai.
Being a local lad, and the fact that Les had buggered off to the
Caribbean, we thought that the MBS’s ex-Chairperson* would be a good fit as a
friendly face always puts people at ease, so he was sobered up and shipped out
to spread the Storey of Shitenisum.
Maybe not as sober as we had hoped it appeared, “ello, my name is Simon, I’m an alcoholic
and have been invited here for your entertainment tonight” was his greeting
to the MBS membership which left his fellow Clay
Crusader thinking that the evening could end in tears! Far from shocking the audience it seemed to
comfort them in that this poor individual, a humble clay-penter, had seen the
shining Shiten light and was there to help them onto the path to the Promised
Land. Fortunately for the assembled
congregation it seemed that Simon had already turned enough water into wine so
turning off the Hall’s stopcock was not necessary!
It does seem that Andy needn’t have worried after all as miraculously
not a wobble or a slur was seen or heard from Shiten’s Sauvignon supping Super
Hero. More surprisingly it’s reported that most, if not all, of his sermon ACTUALLY made sense! It appears that after many years of various Bonsai Beer Crawls finally seem to be
paying dividends as it seems that some of the knowledge passed on to him by
much greater minds than his own seems to be staying in that scary space between
his ears. We don’t know what goes on it
that dark, infested place and we don’t wanna but sometimes it can come up with
the odd gem and it appears that last night could well be his Shitest Hour.
The question now arises, does Shiten have another doppelganger
replacing its members with someone drinking “sensible juice” or has he finally
seen the light leading to the true path of Shitenisum
and forgone the temptation of the grape?
Rest assured that we firmly expect normal service to be resumed with us
finding him sitting in a corner, rocking and saying “wibble” in the not too
distant future!
(*well, we can’t call
him a “man” can we!)
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