真っ白な霧の中で
In the pure white mist
神社の石段を上って
Up the stone steps of the shrine
走りながら、両手を合わせて祈る
Running up, putting hands together in prayer
山崎ハコ Hako Yamasaki : ボウキョウ Bōkyō
Seoul 3am (New York 10am The day before)
Mother Jihyo awoke with a start and shook husband Father Dallergut from his sleep.
“명동성당에 가서 기도해야 해요.”
(myeongdongseongdang-e gaseo gidohaeya haeyo.)
“I need to go to Myeongdong Cathedral to pray.”
Buenos Aires 11am (New York 10am)
Mr Sycamore blew a large foggy cloud before stubbing out his cigarette on the steps of Buenos Aires Metropolitan Cathedral. He slipped his flick knife down the side of his boot and entered.
Finch Farm 3pm (New York 10am)
Dixie silently silently slipped into the multi faith room.
Aintree Race Course 3pm (New York 10am)
Chauffeur Charlton pulled up abruptly spun his chariot around and headed for the Metropolitan Cathedral. Messala could not believe his luck and rode on to the finishing line.
The Vatican 4pm (New York 10am)
Karas looked grave, his face pale,
“Holy Father we need to pray immediately for the Saviour of the world.”
Honolulu 4am (New York 10am)
“Book them Danny, murder one. I need to go to Cathedral Basilica of Our Lady of Peace.”
Greens Planet GN-Z11 Galaxy 400 million light years away (New York 10am)
The first ever riot at a musical concert happened as the “Intergalactic Everly Brothers” cancelled their performance to go and pray.
The Celestial City eternity time (New York 10am)
Angel number two patted JC’s cheeks and spoke with a malicious tone.
“If news comes through my two loves are in real trouble this 2nd leg must be postponed or suspended sandal toes. I may be needed back down on earth. The 2nd leg can wait!”
New York 10am
I heard my sweet loves voice,
“Juicy Pear wake up and open the door.”
I staggered from my bed.
My obsessions teardrop now dissolved into my chest, forever part of me gave off a warm feeling as I went sleeply to open the door. The vision which stood in front of me was so extreme in its beauty groggy sleepiness was instantly cured, my mind struggled to comprehend the beauty stood in front of me My angel smiled dressed in black suit, white shirt and black tie, the de rigueur uniform of the Presidential Protection Division. She had braided her midnight hair into a pony tail wrapped in silver hair strings. The look was astonishing.
“Your upside down Pinocchio is showing my sweet.”
I was not the least embarrassed, how could I be in front of such beauty. I took the other suit our contact had given us the night before and which she handed to me. I showered and dressed. Our Chef contact had informed Jihyo to comedown to the “Orange Man’s” Grill to take some nourishment before we set off for the place of dishonesty.
正直な人はいいものだ
Honest people are good
もっとも、今日は誰にも会わないけれど
Though I won’t be seeing anyone today
カネコアヤノ Ayano Kaneko : ノイズ Noise
We went down to the “Orange Mans” Grill, it was 10am. The diners eating late breakfasts sat opened mouthed as I entered with my love on my arm dressed in our suits, pin badges of the evil empire emphasising our fake positions. The diners thought we must be two aliens or doppelgangers, different people from the pair they voyeuristically leered at in the early hours as we danced lovingly, erotically in each other’s arms. Seeing my especially pale face, the day ahead was not an enticing thought, the chef brought just two small bowls of 양냉면 (Pyongyang Naengmyeon, buckwheat cold noodles in a pickled radish broth) with a pot of 대작 녹차 Dajek Nogcha, Big Sparrow green tea).
Jihyo held my hand across our table,
“Eat up my love, do not worry I feel the prays, the presence of our comrades.Though far apart they are with us today.”
The 양냉면 (Pyongyang Naengmyyeon) was delicious and settled my nerves, although the bottle of 소주 (soju) I wanted got a firm,
“아니요, 아니요”
aniyo, aniyo
“No, No”
from Jihyo.
As I poured the 대작 녹차 (Dajek Nogcha) I noticed a small message attached to the bottom of the 다관 (Dagwan, Korean teapot). I took the message and handed it to my love.
“It’s the password for Trumpton Tower Juicy Pear. When asked,
“Have you seen Barney McGrew?”
We are to answer,
“He has gone to survey Greenland.”
My obsession handed the note back to me,
“Please do the honours”
I did as all good spy’s do and swallowed the message, swilling it down with the 양냉면 (Pyongyang Naengmyyeon) broth.
We left Trump International Hotel & Tower after our 평양냉면 (Pyongyang Naengmyeon, buckwheat cold noodles in a pickled radish broth) and 대작 녹차 Dajek Nogcha, Big Sparrow green tea). We headed for Central Park where we strolled hand in hand taking in many of the Parks famous sites, Artists’ Gate, the miniature Belvedere Castle and Balto the sled dog whose eyes shone like the sun when Jihyo ran her hands over its head. We wanted to take our time in each other’s loving company before the battle ahead. It was a cool crisp autumn day, the sun losing its summer heat, absorbed by the advent of the fall, shadows lengthening, extras in the anime “Attack on Titan.” We stood looking out at the lake from Bow Bridge one of the most romantic spots in Central Park. I felt so much love for this woman who I wanted to take to bed every second of every day. Whatever we would face in the coming hours I would protect her, lay down my life for her, of this there was no doubt.
だから、もし私が死ぬとしたら（もし私が死ぬとしたら）
So if I were to die (If I were to die)
さよならを言う前に（バイバイ、バイバイ、バイバイ）
Before I could say bye (Bye, bye, bye)
「愛してる」と、十分に伝えてこられたらいいなと思います。
I hope I’ve said “I love you” enough
森田童子 Doji Morita : たとえば、ぼくが死んだら For Example, If I Were to Die
We stood staring out at the lake every now and then skimming stones, Jihyo thrashing me, fifty skims was nothing to my obsession, I was lucky to manage five. I already knew about my loves stone skimming skills, learnt one day at Alton Towers.
It was Seven O’Clock in the morning, Angele Number two had insisted we get up early and I make 주먹밥 (Jumeop-bap, Korean rice balls) and plenty of them. I added 김치 (Kimch) to some for variety. A knock on the flat door came at eight thirty and there stood Chauffeur Charlton, Father Karras and Dixie.
“Oh, did I not tell you my loves, I bought us all tickets for Alton Towers, we shall have a Theme Park extravaganza day. I did put your bank card back in your wallet Juicy Pear.”
Now I realised what my “early morning Kitchen incarceration” was for. “Miss Won” as always doing “Miss Won” things!
Jihyo was rolling around laughing while our comrades stood bemused. All I could do was to remember to check my bank balance!
“Grab the 소주 (soju) and 배 주스 (pear juice), and quick about it Juicy one,”
commanded miss “Theme Park” as we left the flat. We all piled in into Chauffeur Charlton’s chariot, and it was off to deepest, darkest Staffordshire.
We hit Alton Towers with the usual manic nonstop ride after ride led by “you know who.” Children quaked in fear as “Miss Taz” pushed in front of every que with many a
“Fuck Off”
to any moaning or outraged parents. Teenagers got the,
“Juicy Pear sort them out. He came fifth in the South Liverpool Under Sevens Karate Championship you know!”
“Miss Taz” showing her usual concern for my safety! How I got through the day without being beaten to a pulp is beyond me, which when it comes to angel number two’s “Fire Tongue” is a normal occurance.
The rides continued at a non stop, “I really need a rest” pace. We all, even my ultimate obsession, (the saviour of the world must have some light relife), made fun of Dixie who was not the best Theme Park attraction rider, especially on the “Battle Gallons” water ride. He was shaking and hiding under the rides seats. Cats and water!
“Such a cry baby flea bag,”
as Miss “Fire Tongue” gleefully proclaimed.
Father Karras on the other hand had a wonderful time throughout the day while Chauffer Charlton was a stoic as ever. I just held my obsessions hand as we marvelled at our other eighty degrees in all her crazy, loving, maniacal glory. A beast who could not be tamed.
We visited the nearby Canada Lake after our “Miss Taz” Alton Towers special ended, when the Park closed obviously! We finished the day sat under the starry night sky on the Lakes shore. Bora’s idea to fill the now empty picnic box with rocks and send the,
“Flea Bag to the bottom,”
got a stern telling off from my obsession.
“Don’t worry my furry friend. You know she does not mean it.”
To be on the safe side Dixie sat as far away from angel number two as possible. Which was nothing new.
It was here at Canada Lake I discovered the water stone skimming skills of my two loves as we all went into stone skimming battle. I managed four, Chauffeur Charlton’s best effort was nine one more than Father Karras, Dixie got up to fifteen. The angels were water stone skimming dead eyes, they could not be separated. Twenty, thirty, forty, they were skimming demons, neither would quit as they battled to out do each other, faces concentrated, the water rippling, sparkling, bubbling with their aquatic stone skills. This was a race to who knows where. This night they would certainly take each other down. Thunder cracked and roared above our heads as the two DPRK army commanders faced against each other, and the battle saw no end. Fifty, sixty, seventy.
지나온 싸움의 발걸음마다
Reminiscing every step of battles in the past
승리로 빛나는 불패 의 대오
The undefeated army shining in the light of victories
조선인민군가 : Song of the Korean People’s Army
조선인민군군악단 : Central Military Band of the DPRK People’s Army
The tension had become unbearable, a thick blanket covering the whole lake, you could stretch our your hand and touch it. Chauffeur Charlton could not watch, Father Karras was on his knees praying, Dixie was egging on my obsession. I just stood in total arousal, taking in this wonderful battle and fantasising of our love battles and ravashing of each other on the day of the Kingsize.
Finally realising “Miss I’m always right” was about to explode more powerfully than a 화성 18 (Hwasong-18) missile if she was not victorious, Jihyo when Bora skimmed eighty eight whispered,
“I will let our darling win this one or it will be as Louie would say “Hell to Pay on the way home.”
Only my ultimate obsession could be so magnaminous. Angel number two, not realising what our saviour planned was delighted as Jihyo skimmed just eighty seven. Her bragging on the way home was still ringing in our ears the next day. Win or lose we had “hell to pay!”
Jihyo suddenly stopped her skimming and kissed me, holding me tight.
“I love you”
We kissed again, passionately, ravenously, filling each other with our strength, binding us as one, ready for battle with the “Illuminati.”
We were born to rock this town
And rock this town we will
And Baby don’t let it get you down
Don’t you fall with your back against the wall
Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez : You are Danger
We gazed at the bushes wondering, longing, before Bora’s message seared through our minds once more.
“My Seet Peach and Juicy Pear as you walk into the lions den I am ready to protect you. If you need my help just send me the sign, I will give up my FIFA crown for my two eighty degrees of love.“
Universe shines
Endlessly we wait
Vow of the lovers
We are a love triangle, we could not break our consumation kingsize vow. We gazed into each others eyes, so close yet so far away, but we knew we had chosen the right path, even if the bushes called out our names.
We left Bow Bridge and strolled on hand in hand through the park heading for destination Trumpton. We talked idle shit about the pathetic state of the toffees as we walked, the “For Sale” sign stuck out on the spaceships lawn. My love as always hit the nail right on the toffee head.
“Strange my delectable one how quickly Evertonians can change from fake outrage to believing things are on the up.”
“Do you mean the start of the season.”
“I do my sweet. Five games unbeaten and some even talk about Europe, the catastrophic transfer window fading into the misty blue past. We believe everything the Club and Echo say is the order of the day for most Evertonians. Lapping up the progress is being made mantra. I mean you only have to read the bullshit Liverpool Echo interview with pretend socialist, “Look at my Christopher Ward Watch,” counterrevolutionary Peter Reid. Jesus, sorry JC, Everton have a squad of world beaters according to this clown. But everything that comes out of this club lackeys mouth is total crap. Sadly many believe him.“
https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/peter-reid-loves-what-hes-34734776
“The unbeaten start to the season obviously won’t last no matter how many articles the Echo print. Or the garbage the club puts out on its website, you know the stuff.“
“Garner & Hackney On How Everton Have Improved, Grealish & Unbeaten Start”
“Dewsbury Hall Reveals Confidence in the Everton Squad.”
“This sort of nonsense propaganda leaks from the club, Echo and podcasts on an industrial scale and supporters lap it up. Incase you have not noticed, Barry and Dibling are now on the road to hero status. This is the nonsensical depths these clowns sink to. We are defensive Gods they claim, solid at the back. In reality the toffees defence is held together by Branthwaite and Pickford. The defence was lauded for large parts of last season before the inevitable collapse, it will happen again. One good centre half does not a good team make.”
I had to giggle at that remark, my obsession is so spot on.
“By the second half of the season the toffees form will deteriorate as the bang averageness of the awful squad hits its mean. You can forget about Europe toffees, but as long as the team are midtable the Friedkin will be happy until he can sell off the club. We really must take this up with him at Trumpton Towers Juicy Pear.”
“It’s funny how the outrage over the Friedkin’s liking for Roma over Everton has slipped from most blues consciousness as quick as Sonic the Hedgehog.“
Gotta go fast
Gotta go fast
Sonic X Theme Song
“Most blues have quickly moved on to planet “Blue Moon,” obsessed by the Manchester City case. I never understood all this cooperation with Roma garbage and how both clubs are of the same stature. It was clear as day the Friedkin’s would always be more invested in a club based in the Italian capital which is as big as the toffees and has a supporter base just as passionate.”
“TFG quickly realised it is not worth their while trying to compete in the Premier League against the so called big six, and the Spaceship is not the cash cow expected. Far from me to praise the Echo and the club lackeys which permeate its podcast, but the Royal Blue Podcast of 6 October spells this out with stark figures. The Spaceship is not the golden ticket to the promised land most blues deludedly think. Or for something more cerabal there are the Esk pieces on why TFG want rid of the good ship spaceship, facts and figures and all that.”
I know my sweet, the Echo actually said something right on its podcast, I’m still in shock!”
“Ha, ha so am I my delectable pear. The excuse TFG decided to use for not investing any more of their capitalist dollars into Everton is essentially the same story the “Mao historian” and “Mr Windows 98” preach and most blues gobble up unquestioningly. “Poor little Everton can’t compete financially against the big six.” The Echo are masters at pushing this line, as are all the podcasters and social media gurus. Why? Because they are, I think the saying is “As thick as two short planks.”
“It is my love.”
“But it is possible to compete against the big six, you know that well my darling, if only you were working on the toffee’s recruitment team. A strategy, a vision, recruiting from around the world cheap young talent who can either stay with the blues or be sold for profit. To do this you need a proper progressive manager and crucially a proper football structure. TFG are either to clueless to realise this, or cannot be bothered, or both. Their plan from day one was just one thing, bring in a steady manager way past his sell by date who can keep Everton in the league. Recruit a moronic mouthpiece CEO with an idiotic flat leadership committee structure idea and sell this “Vision” to the unthinking blue massess, who swallow it all and believe in it.”
“Keep Everton in the Premier League. This unambitous outlook may well work again this season, but I won’t count on it.“
Leave it like this today
今日はこのまま
Stay like this today
今日はこのまま
Stay like this today
カネコアヤノ Ayano Kaneko : ワルツ Waltz
“I would not count on it either my juicy one. Remember all the soft nice words when TFG took over.”
“We are proud to be the new custodians of your Club. Together, we will usher Everton into a new era, one that is marked by ambition and professionalism. As stewards of Everton, we look forward to showing our commitment to Club through actions, not words.”
https://www.friedkin.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/Everton-Marc-Letter-v2.pdf
“Nothing but bluster and lies. It was all about the quick buck for TFG as the coalition pointed out, but sadly the brainwashed never listened. TFG quickly realised owning a Premier League club came with to much of a greenback cost for their liking. The Spaceship is not the panacea they hoped for, no matter how many ridiculous chase the egg games they can cram into it.“
“An exit escape strategy from Everton and Spaceship Central with a bit of a profit was always the plan. They never at any point cared about the club, they are rip off American billionaires after all. Roma was their real baby and I fully understand why. As the Fly Boy said himself at the European Clubs General Assembly when talking about Roma.”
“Between the stadium and first place, it’s truly a great moment for us.”
“I really must tell Danny Boy to make sure Roma’s new ground does not turn into a monstrosity like Dan Meiss’s “ninth wonder of the world.”
“So quicker than I think most expected TFG have put Everton up for sale. The club put out a disgusting statement about this, a “Don’t worry blues TFG have your best interests at heart.”
When TFG became custodians of Everton, the Club faced significant financial uncertainty and challenges both on and off the pitch. The immediate priority was to provide the stability, investment and support needed to secure the Club’s future, including helping to bring the long-promised stadium to completion for its deserving supporters.
With that foundation now safely in place, the time is right to consider the next chapter for Everton. We will only entertain interest from parties who we strongly believe will be the right stewards to take the Club forward and build on the momentum that has been established.
https://www.evertonfc.com/news/2026/october/09/club-statement
“Complete hogwash. TFG won’t “only entertain interest from parties they believe will be good stewards of the club.” TFG don’t care and never cared about Everton Football Club as we the coalition constantly pointed out. If they could not have got a deal to their satisfaction with the tax haven Monaco clown they would have walked away and left Everton to the crooks of 777 and proabably liquidation. Everton Football Club was nothing but a distressed asset to them, an asset they saw as an opportunity for a quick buck. They will sell to who ever they can get the best deal from simple as, and they wont care who, although selling Spaceship Central may well be harder than they think.”
“But all this pales into insignificance for most blues. TFG’s looming exit strategy, their lack of investment, the out of date manager, the awful football structure at the club, the godawful summer recruitment. “Taylor Swift,” Christian Norgaard and the stop gap Maitland Neil’s all which will catch the club out as the season progresses. A few games unbeaten and its “we are doing great, lets spend our time talking about Manchester City” instead. My god every Everton podcast is now a “Blue Moon Podcast,” buffoons droning on and on about the City scandal. Social media is alive with comments that are mostly wrong. There is enough out there by finance experts such as the Esk to explain the City case. We don’t need podcasters and social media gurus talking nonstop out of there arses on the subject.”
“Yes the City case is incredibly important, but not to the detriment of the shitshow which is Everton. Andy fake socialist “big blue” PM Burntbum keep your idiotic remarks out of the City imbraglio. You are an embarrassment. Turn your attention to the club you support.”
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/c6y93qq5175wo
“I know my love, it’s incredible how most Evertonians are now experts. I don’t understand half, probably less than half of the City case, but I probably have a better grasp than the social media “know it all’s.” Yet there they are all trying to outdo each other on the subject, all trying to be more,“Countrier Than Thou!”
Countrier than thou
Countrier than thou
You ain’t never read your Bible
Tell me why’s your vibe all
Countrier than thou?
Robbie Fulks : Countrier Than Thou
“You don’t understand much at all my lovely peabrain. You know what is really funny Juicy Pear? Blues shout from the roof tops how City winning the league in 2013-2014 with players bought by cheating denied Everton a Champions League spot. At the same time the clowns are outraged that Everton had to pay Burnley £35 million for breaking PSR rules, which might have been the tipping point in Burnley’s relegation. Everton bought players who played that season while breaching PSR. Yet the blue tinted mob claim it is outrageous Burnley won their case against the toffees and it is right the club are appealing. They can’t even notice the contradiction. Says a lot about the “Know it all’s. Burnley were right to take Everton to task and rightfully won, and hopefully the toffees appeal will end up were it should, in the bin.”
“The coalition must stay out of this nonsensical nonstop Manchester City debate and concentrate on what matters to us, the fight for a properly run Everton Football Club. A fight for the removal of the CEO, Manager, Leadership Committee and for the Friedkin to sell up as quickly as possible. Most blues are more bothered about the “blue moon” mob down the M62, which sums up most “We only watch the Premier League Evertonians.”
“Everton Football Club at this moment in time has owners who are more disengaged than ever and have put the club up for sale. Add to this a “Windows 98” manager, a “thinks he is clever” CEO and the worst football structure on the planet. A storm is on its way, yet most Evertonians won’t even see it when it hits.”
“Your are so right my love as always.”
“Thank you Juicy Pear.”
We were closing in on Trumpton Tower and were about to leave Central Park by the entrance close to the Simon Bolivar monument when a short sharp note from a 약 (Yak. Korean small flute) filled the air. It was followed by a hoarse, raspy, black lunged, cigarettes and methylated spirits filled cracked voice.
“친구“
(Chingu)
“Friends“
The voice came from under the Simon Bolivar monument. Simon looked down from his horse on a pile of cigarette stubs, condoms, empty 소주 (soju) and meths bottles, needles and bags of rubbish. In the middle of this filthy detritus ocean sat an old woman, ancient, skeletal, emancipated in a white 치마 (Chima full high waisted Korean wrap around skirt), or what went for white. It was now stained in dirt, cigarette burns and 소주 (soju). Her toothless gummy mouth leaked yellow spital, long spindly steel grey hair alive with lice glued to her forehead. Her face was covered in seeping sores and scabs, her eyes blinding white, balls of snow, completely blind. The smell of urine, an overpowering dead swamp of piss was sickening. The balls of snow looked in our direction though unable to see. This pitiful figure suddenly sang; she sang beautifully and my angel joined in. Birds came down from the sky, squirrels came from the trees, insects appeared drawn to their singing, a duo of angles lovingly giving a rendition of 斉藤達夫 Tatsuo Saito’s) その間 ( In Between ).
もし私にやる気と意志があれば、私は空を飛ぶことさえできる。
If I have the motivation, the will
それは
I can even fly
それは保証できる
I can guarantee that
斉藤達夫 Tatsuo Saito :で 間 In Between
A yellow mist rose from the ground enveloping the singing vagabond as the angels song ended. It swirled around the Simon Bolivar statue, rising up slowly into the blue sky were it changed into a sparkling star and melted into the blue ocean. All that was left were two tassels one green and the other yellow lying in the pile of rubbish. We knew who the apparition had been by this sign, and we knew the time had come. Jihyo picked up the tassels handing me the green one and we put them in our pockets and left Central Park. We walked along West 75th Avenue and turned right onto Fifth Avenue to be met with chaos.
A traffic jam, crowds of people, shoppers, commuters seemingly bouncing off thin air, unable to enter Fifth Avenue. A bus had bounced off some invisible force field and lay upside down its roof crushed, windows smahed, a fire crew and ambulances aiding the injured passengers some who had clearly breathed their last. Cars had backed up into each, road rage filled the air.
“Stupid Fucker!”
“Fuck You!”
I pushed through the chaos with my love to where the crowd was pressing against thin air and getting nowhere. Fith Avenue shimmered in front of us, it was like looking through frosted glass. Jihyo held out he hand which went through the frosted glass air. Her hand was on the other side of some strange frosted see through barrier, a reflection in a mirror.
“It feels like a soft cushion Juicy Pear, but I think we can walk through and will not be repelled. The tassels!”
I held out my hand it went through, a soft feeling a mixture of a cotton pillow and water. I took hold of Jihyo’s hand and we walked through this strange frosted mirror barrier onto Fifth Avenue. Spitfire Danny and Trumpton Tower loomed ahead.
Suddenly you realise there’s no one there
まるで何もかもが、轟音と共に崩れ去っていくようだ
Now it’s as if everything is crumbling with a crash
そう、最初から最後まで、そこには何ひとつなかったのだ
Yes from beginning to end there was nothing
斉藤哲夫 :Tetsuo Saito
Iもう春（古いものを捨てよう）: It’s Spring Now (Let’s Throw Away The Old Things)
To be continued.
