Breakfast fellowship agenda

Lord of Breakfast Fellowship would normally arrive first to have a table booked for us. Followed by the second person to arrive, normally Syed with my new friend (his jacket) and then me. Occasionally we would have Sweet "I-Want-Ice" Sharon. Qert no longer makes breakfast appearances. He has given up evangelising to us. Because his half boiled eggs never arrive anyway.
Usually Jin-I-wannabe-dorg-next-life would start. And I would continue. As he would say it, "Please take the makan time to eat and not talk". And more often than not, the two of them would let me talk to myself and then they talk to each other.

And yes, we share food. What's a fellowship for if there's no sharing?

And no, Qert, I didn't call you A pork chop. You could never be a singular pork chop. You must be at least 5 dozens of servings of pork chop. So if you ask me again if I did call you a pork chop, I did not.

I would never define something so overwhelming into a singular minute adjective.

As - George Michael & Mary J. Blige.

Say, Mary does some great duets. She did One with Bono. As in, she did one with Bono doing One. And no, Jin, I wasn't being redundant. Sigh. I'm sick and tired of justifying myself.

Just let me know when I can move the BMW films into my (still is) lap. I want The Follow by Wong Karr Wai and of course, Beat The Devil. You can keep the John Woo and Frankenheimer's. Not my thang.

Brilliant work. It was from these BMW films that you truly realise that Clive Owen is a performer.