Tommy - The Opera Continues

Last night, Mr Yoshida, the owner of the Rock of Gibraltar called me, at Natalie's, to say that Tommy Tokugawa had passed away.

I was shocked, as the last I had heard, his condition had stabilized, but apparently, his injuries were so severe as to make survival, let alone recovery very, very unlikely.

I had only met Tommy a couple of times, and to be frank, we didn't hit it off. But I wouldn't have wished this on him. Over the last month or two, I've become quite friendly with his brother, Terry, so it seemed like the right thing to do, to call and express my condolences. However, Terry's wife said he, and the rest of the family were just too upset to come to the phone. Understandably.

I decided to call Yuji. He'd already heard the news. "Well, at least it probably means Terry won't be in the mood for DJing this weekend!" he said.

"#### Yuji! That's a bit sick!" I said, taken aback.

"Right." he said, distantly. "The last couple of months have been a bit much... I just don't feel like this is the end of it."

Maybe he was right - a short time later, the cops came, and asked me ALOT of questions. Like "where have you been all day?" which I thought was a bit strange. Luckily, Nat and Chi chan accounted for me.

It was gone midnight when the police left. I was too knackered to do anything, but too hyper to sleep, so I watched telly with Nat, until 4am. Unreal evening! And I had to work, at 9, this morning!