How did I know they were gay? Well, they had ghastly house music blaring on their smartphones, and were all in black Bermuda shorts and fleecy parkas, and kept shrieking 'Omigod!'. A gaggle of Javanese dwordled by. Why do the Javanese dwordle and the Balinese stride with a spring in their step? It’s one of the mysteries of Majapahit. The difference is the difference in legroom between economy and executive class on Garuda. The Javanese have motion detection devices in their bottoms too: on an airport air-bridge they can sense one coming and kind of close off any gaps for a possible overtake. Their joint aim is to reduce the whole world to dwordling, I sometimes feel.
I wish they'd all come back.
