Directed by Paddy Fitz

If I could spend a few hours reading every day, I would have a few meaningful lines to say to you. But anyone who knows who McGoohan was doesn't need me to tell them anything.

If I still have anything to say, that's just because life goes on.

"And though the news was rather sad"

"When Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play"

My sister is already preparing for the university application next year. She is the most ambitious person in the family and we are doing everything to support that.

My dad dodged paying his breakfast tab for a long time at the university until the lady who sold the food had to go home for Lunar New Year and wanted the money. But he was very good at hiding so she couldn't find him. Then she blocked the classroom doors at the university to catch him. He had to climb the gutter pipe to get out.

His friend's girlfriend, who was from a well-off family, had to pay the money for him. "I owe them for life", he said.

I was reading Dostoevsky when I was supposed to learn business informatics at the university. My holidays were for helping my mom out in the restaurant. The only time I saw Brandenburger Tor was when my grandparents came to visit.

The other day there was a girl walking in front of me on the way home. I saw her picking two leaves out of a bush and then throwing them away. I thought to myself, "I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago."

I know I will not be a blorbo blogger forever. I know I will miss the feeling of picking up a pen after work, then putting it down, then searching and reading through 300 pages to make a post.

Even if there was anything in the past that McGoohan could change to make all of this obsolete, I don't think he would have done it.

And not for this self-proclaimed McGoohan's sleepiest soldier.

"Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door? With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war"

Brother you are knocking at Patrick McGoohan's door.

“Owner of a chicken farm” sounds a little bit exaggerated but “Germany’s most beloved crime fiction hero” sounds fair to me.

And “Does John Drake really have to go?” just confirms that Germans are more sentimental than I am.

Even though my lifestyle isn't exactly what I would recommend to anyone, I don't question it that much. But I have to question my blorbo posting sometimes and it's not an easy thing to do.

Things that were wrong turned out to be right. I started my family lore because I felt like we were all wearing those black and white masks and I needed to blow myself up with a rocket so that people can see what I am made of.

Things that were right turned out to be wrong. I wanted to make McGoohan popular. I ended up making myself unpopular instead.

If I get enough sleep, I still have dreams.

If I don't, I still have questions.

If it wasn't for some people arguing over Last Salute to the Commodore on twitter about three years ago, Patrick McGoohan would have remained just one of the many Columbo guest stars to me. Maybe until the end of my life.

I wonder how long we can live without being aware of each other's existence. And how much it takes just to get there.

One of the reasons why I watched Columbo was that Peter Falk looked nothing like a Hollywood star. He looked like someone who would walk down an alley in South East Asia in Beijing bikini.

McGoohan looked nothing like that. Even the old woman who mistook me for my baby sister's mother would know he didn't belong in that part of the world.

Sometimes I think about the alley where I took my first steps in the outside world. And I think about the many people who might or might not have set foot there. And I think about this blog and how I got here.

Would I go through the whole of human history just because of four words?

"Directed by Patrick McGoohan"

From: Village DJ Farmer Bebop