It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around,
Some were high and some were mighty low;
There were millions on the floor
When a knock came on the door,
And there stood old Smoky Joe.
He was sweatin’, cold and pale,
He was lookin’ for his frail,
He was broke and all his junk ran out;
Nobody made a sound,
As he stood and looked around,
And then you hear old Smoky shout:
Saying, “Tell me where is Minnie?
My poor Minnie!
Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?”Cab Calloway, Kickin’ The Gong Around
After seeing this, Outrage Cohen made the mistake of trying to cure a bastard hangover with pure gong power. Krazy Kym hammered gongs next to his head for several hours. Maybe it was her technique? No, no, no. A bit like the New Zealand Pharmacy where I asked for a sleeping pill to help with a long plane journey to Mexico. The pharmacist suggested some drops of lavendar for my in flight pillow. Ahh, no. Some things won’t cut it on reality street. This was seen behind the Art Department at Curtin where no doubt The ‘Rage, that well known, low down, Hoochie Coocher, was smoking a Hong He ciggie. Did you see how the feminist wall was faring Outrage?