(Parental guidance recommended; contains erotica and sexual references suitable for 15 year old boys.)
China pioneered the process of manufacturing superior quality porcelainware from fine white clay mixed with silicates and fired in high-temperature kilns.
This technology remained solely in the hands of Chinese artisans until the eighteenth century AD.
A feature of this pottery was the intricate fine-lined artwork which often depicted scenes illustrating Chinese legends.
The blue and white Willow Pattern plates became popular in the West during the 19th and early 20th century, and original specimens have become highly prized and extremely valuable collectors items.
The following, however, is a plate mass-produced in China during the 1990’s followed by the modern day story of events which led to it’s design.
Hu Sung Dat was the Managing Director of Jonah (Asia) Pty. Ltd.,
a company based in Beijing that imported, then processed, raw
seafood from Japan before reselling it in cans bearing the
“Nippon Whalesong” logo.
Hu’s Headquarters were in an architecturally pleasing three-storey replica of an ancient Chinese pavilion located beside a landscaped garden dominated by an attractive water feature. Decorating the reception lounge in the office were some genuine artifacts dating back to the Ming Dynasty, including one purportedly owned by Emperor Yung Lo himself.
Hu’s daughter, Mee Sung Dat was a precocious nineteen year-old who had the unbridled hots for her Father’s secretary, the ruggedly handsome Mr Chang.
Mee Sung was bountifully endowed by Mother Nature with waist length silky black hair, an hourglass figure that according to those with intimate knowledge possessed significantly greater capacity on the top half than the bottom, and legs that went all the way up to where her femur was connected to her pelvic girdle bone.
It was these long and shapely legs that carried her today discretely up the thirty two steps in the fire-escape stairwell to the third storey office of Mr Chang, where she perched herself seductively on the corner of his desk, waiting expectantly for him to perform his daily thorough debriefing.
Chang diligently and dexterously devoted himself to this mutually rewarding ritual.
Mee Sung was the most beautiful girl in all of Beijing, but her normally radiant face today made Chang go all wobbly at the knees.
Just that very morning she’d had studs inserted in her eyelids, nostrils and lower lip and each puncture wound was still dripping tiny coagulating rivulets of blood.
Chang accordingly decided to start operations at the opposite end.
He slowly and sensually worked his way up from her nine slender toes (one had been accidentally amputated in a panda trapping mishap seven years previously) to her athletically smooth calves and thighs.
Quivering uncontrollably, his hands slowly loosened the belt of her faux-leather mini-skirt revealing to him for the very first time an exotic expanse of unexplored territory interrupted only by a single tattoo in the centre of her left buttock.
One five-letter word.
An indelible and permanent memento of Mee Sung’s teenage infatuation with pop singer Sting.
This was not immediately apparent to Chang because the Mandarin-speaking tattooist had misspelt the name by using a “K” as the final letter.
In this moment of temporary befuddlement Chang accidentally and unknowingly pushed the intercom button on the front of his desk which allowed Mr Hu to overhear the muffled duet of synchronous lust-fuelled heavy breathing and groaning coming from his secretary’s office.
The workers at Jonah (Asia) Pty. Ltd. had all signed an Employees Contract which detailed ten misdemeanors under the clause “Inappropriate Conduct”, each item of which constituted grounds for immediate termination. Misdemeanor Number 7 was;
“An employee shall NOT, during the course of his normal duty be discovered with both hands full of tits which belong to the boss’s daughter.”
Avoiding the large swinging sword in Mr Hu’s hand also constituted an immediate incentive for Chang to speedily leap out of the office window following Mee Sung onto the nearby limb of a weeping willow tree, before sliding down the trunk and running across the old arched bridge with Mr Hu in hot slashing pursuit.
Mr Wang was an 83 year-old bachelor who lived in an apartment across the road. He had recently bought a 35 optical-zoom camera specifically to spy on his 75 year-old spinster neighbour who was, according to Wang “still a pretty hot chick”.
Witnessing the confrontation unfolding across the road on the little bridge, he immediately took a photograph which became the inspiration for all modern Willow Pattern plates.
A somewhat older and arguably more accurate legend pertaining to Willow Pattern plates can be found here.
Brief Summary of GOF’s Cyclone Rebuild
Days since cyclone 12
Effective working days 2
Days in bed 6
Days unaccounted for 4
Highlights; Nursery shadecloth roof temporarily raised 3 feet off the ground.
Lowlights; Hit in the face by an irate tree that took offense at my chainsaw….relocated nose 3mm west, fingers skinned by another, then all 5 overstressed worn-out lower vertebrae fell out onto the ground while lifting shadecloth.
All replaced using fencing wire and Araldite.
Waiting for glue to set.
Conclusion; If GOF was a horse he would be sent to the knackery.
Next scheduled summary; Christmas.
This is going to take time folks.