So sorry David and all those eagerly awaiting the promised
late night wit and wonder. Alas a gaggle of equally brain-frazzled
friends accompanied me home.
By the time they went and dawn crackled and creaked over
Sheffield a ray of reason pierced my aching brow and it had
'sleep' written in the middle of it - like a stick of Blackpool rock.
So I did. Do you think this qualifies as a bad mystical experience
or just low grade prose?
Feeling a bit delicate so off I go to recuperate.
Geraldine
-----Original Message-----
From: David Bromige <[log in to unmask]>
To: Geraldine Monk <[log in to unmask]>
Cc: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Saturday, July 22, 2000 07:04
Subject: Re: Telly-shattering event tonight
>still awaiting brain-frazzled-friday-night emails stop midnight in
>california so 8 a m saturday in britain stop did you get home at all last
>night questionmark tut tut exclamationmark salutation david
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