Mirror Magazine

September 14, 1997


The Word

by Chunky Monkey

Chunky Monkey

OK. That's it. After four years of getting away with sheer murder every Sunday morning, the Chunk has to take a deep breath and inform all you little poppets out there that he will no longer be spreading salacious rumours, hearsay and damn lies on your weekends. This is the last edition of the Word. The Chunk is bowing gracefully and taking up that position in a Zen monastery in Hokkaido.

Or maybe I will go and become Pavarotti's official taster like the maestro has been hounding me to do for the past so many years. I can swallow whole chickens with the best of them. But seriously folks ( to borrow a catch phrase from one of my respected opposite numbers), it's been a ball.

I've wandered through the Wendt, I've rocked at those Saturdays, I've done atrocious Scottish accents at the White Horse, I've reached for the strobelit heavens at all the clubs. I've eaten lukewarm kothu at Pilawoos, I've explored Hix and Negombo, (often asking myself Why Not ?), I've applauded politely at comedies, tragedies and comedies that turned out to be tragedies.

I've listened to a new generation of radio people grapple with the medium, I've seen events come and die a graceful death, I've met people who I think have the genuine drive, ability and insanity to try and improve Colombo's arts and culture to international standards. I've seen another generation create music that is inspiring , raw and truly ambitious - great stuff. I've spent far too much money in search of the perfect meal, I've irritated a hundred and one people, and I've tried to genuinely support what I believe this city needs to feed its cultural desires.

More diversity. More experimentation. More things to do basically. To those whom I annoyed , you know I love you , kiss kiss darlings. To the Culture Vultures and to those who supported me, thanks and keep the faith.

To the assorted dancers, drummers, poets, playwrights, chefs, DJ's, painters, photographers, directors, designers , models, maniacs and others who have passed through the portals of this page - you've made my job a lot more fun . As the Chunk saddles up his hoss and rides off into the sunset, there is only one reality; the Chunk will return . Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But some day in the rest of your life. Adios amigos. It's been a blast. Take care.........


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