Dudley Stories

Being a Dudley was simply that...a dud...a male without a female, a guy without a chick...a wanderer, a drifter, someone who has no vision... We had a logo and even created a silk screen saying, "Have a Dudley Day"...it never caught on. --Amat

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By definition, a dudley has no vision. Here's what Peter had to say about his own personal master plan:

"Twenty years ago I had no idea what I would do or where I would be. I was never big on master plans. I'm still not, really. I'd like to think I could change whatever I'm doing if I found something I'd rather do. That may not be realistic, but I cling to the possibility.

The Dadi Revolution

Peter was a boy with a style of his own. When everyone else was wearing tight jeans and tee-shirts, Peter was wearing baggy pants and suspenders. Chinese Dadi shorts became his trademark. They even made a silk screen t-shirt in support of the Dadi Revolution. It, also, never caught on.

The Royal Hong Kong Coast Guard was called to rescue two American teenage boys yesterday. The boys were sailing off the coast of Hong Kong island when bad weather turned worse. They were pulled from shark infested waters about 2pm and brought to shore with their boat in tow behind them. When asked why they took the boat out when storm warning flags were hoisted, one of the boys, wearing only Dadi shorts and a T-shirt replied "We just wanted to go sailing, so we did."

They did not need medical attention and were released onshore with the admonition to check weather forcasts before setting sail in the future.

Dudley the Fearless Sailor Sinks in Typhoon June 16, 1975

DUDLEY GOES TO JAIL

The Police Story By P. Chworowsky

On the 4th of July, 1974, I was with some guys on the Star Ferry. I stood on the chair to get across the stretched legs of my friends and broke a seat. There used to be an old Brit manager of the ferry who hated Yanks in general, and was feeling particularly malicious because it was the anniversary of them losing the war, I guess. Anyway, I got hauled into his office, where I offered to pay for the broken seat. He said, "That will be for the police to decide!" and proceded to call me the worst names I had ever been called in my life. "F..king Yank" preceeding every sentence. So the police came and took me to the station, where they kept me and had me interogated by various officers for the next 3 hours. They just couldn't believe there wasn't more to the story. At some point they had me call my mom. She said, "Is there anything I should do?" I said no, go to bed, I'd be home later and would call if there was a problem. She said, "OK". Eventually the Star Ferry sent me a bill to which my mother replied with a furious letter, repeating verbatum everything the jerk had called me. Needless to say, the bill remains outstanding to this day.

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