It's time to play... WHAT! IS! THAT?!

This reminds me of the story of Richard Mo's Sandwiches.

The key fact in this story is that Richard Mo's Sandwiches were never actually Richard Mo's, they were mine.

In infants school I was sent off to school each morning with sandwiches; cheese, jam, peanutbutter; it didn't matter the flavour, I hated them all. So instead of eating them I would hide them behind cupboards and other furniture. One day, some of my old rotten sandwiches were found somehow. A shout went up among the children that Richard Mo's sandwiches had been found.

Richard Mo was the Chinese kid, to the other kids he was different, unusual. I suppose it was natural to assume his sandwiches would appear equally different, equally unusual. So while I kept tight lipped, the other children excited themselves with the find of the day; that these were Richard Mo's sandwiches, and Richard Mo himself was slightly distressed as he tried earnestly to protest to the contary.

Ha ha ha, ahh, we were such cute little racists back then.

Jam it back in, in the dark.