The Weeble had a little get-together in his favourite bar a few days ago.
I had been concerned as to how this choice of venue would work out for him, since he chiefly likes this bar when it is completely empty - but for him and one or two of his friends. He has been made extremely unhappy by the place's growing popularity in recent weeks; and particularly so at weekends when - over the previous two or three weeks, anyway - it has been overrun with histrionic Spaniards and Frenchmen.
I queried whether he had asked the Mongolian owner to try to bar such Eurotrash elements on his party night.
He replied gleefully and emphatically in the affirmative:
"Not since the run-up to the Yuan Dynasty has any Mongolian committed to such a campaign of neck-stumping the Europeans."
Unfortunately, the spirit of Genghis was revived for this one night only. It is a fine bar, but in danger of being ruined by success.
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Talking of which.... I received a death threat from Mongolia the other day; though, mercifully, not from a Mongolian.
Since I am unaware that the sender has any reason to feel anything but the deepest love for me, I must assume that this was a bizarre accident - random or misdirected menace.
To be fair it wasn't Mongolia proper -- Nei Monggol, I believe. Assuming we're talking about the same person.
Did you get death threats too? What do they put in that fermented mare's milk?
How dare you say that Nei Monggol is not part of Mongolia?
The Venn diagram for this gets a little tricky: Inner Mongolia part of Mongolia and part of China; Outer Mongolia part of Mongolia, but not part of PRC - though historically, emotionally "part of China" in the wider, we-own-everything sense, and only separated from the motherland by a cruel quirk of Cold War politics.
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