and quite true, I assure you - jerk in a smart car
it's getting boring now. i'll write a summative report when things resolve - it might be useful to someone
and now off with my mental camera to deal with life's needs - the sea is green, the sky something not very pleasant; the gulls are disturbed and yelling slang... fortunately-unfortunately this quaint old cornish tourist town is full, though the news tells us that most Britons can no longer say why Easter is a holiday - maybe all these euphemisms for death have blunted the idea of resurrection.
yesterday the bus was crammed with scousers - well behaved children...
some Cornish children, however - a family of three, mum + little un and teen un, spread themselves around the top of another and empty bus round mounts bay - my boot mender is 20 miles away - and shouted to each other... when mum's phone rang, which it did with the regularity of a gull's squawk, though this appeared to be ode to joy as arranged by e john, the little un chanted I want to say hallo
abandoning composition I counted - at every ninth chant, he screamed; at every 12th he cried, maintaining the chant until she cleared, after which she cuddled him
but well-behaved scouse children and semi-inebriated parents all eating chocolate noisily unimpressed by the special offer which had brought liverpool to anti-lyonnesse, cussing the miles of green bits between their chalets and the attractions. attractions? (it must be very expensive with a family to go anywhere)
they were debussed at the holiday village unquote. all it needs is a sign saying Consumption Frees, uniting the past and present, and some guards
well... chatter chatter... that's yesterday's unused contact sheet. now for today. i shall be a camera
L
-----Original Message-----
From: Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Wednesday, March 23, 2005 1:19 AM
Subject: Re: FW: POETRYETC: Daily error monitoring report
they had to take the walls and roof off to make space for his pride
L
That's a lovely line, Lawrenzo
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