On the Road to Mandalay.

The dawn is not the only thing that comes up like thunder out of China ’cross the bay.

I assume everybody’s read Kipling?

And did you know that Rudyard Kipling was named after a village close to my home town? Well, the Rudyard bit was; I expect Kipling was his dad’s name. Mr and Mrs Kipling Snr went there for their honeymoon, apparently. I suppose they must have liked it. It has a big lake.

I’m being irritatingly cryptic again. It’s that time of night. But before I go to bed (which is imminent,) I’d just like to say:

The dawn is not the only thing that comes up like thunder out of China ’cross the bay.

Are you with me now?

If I get any comments on this one, I might consider falling off my chair.