Persons proximate might wish to buy today's Guardian, which includes (in
G2) a slap-up mention of Chris Goode's and Jeremy Hardingham's recent
menace to hysterical boredom _The Tempest_, a real treat and wonder. I
did that too, Ariel spat in my face. A week later Jeremy ate baked beans
in reverse, as desultory I switched on the Vietnamese pig noises and
screamed about the "freefall" of the Russian economy, late '98. Halcyon
nano-[ ]s.
K
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