From: "Roger Collett" <[log in to unmask]>
> Yeah, but just use a little imagination Robin.
>
> Great ennit?
>
> Roger
Yeah, everyone says that, but it was actually less funny if you found
yourself in the middle of Leicester Station and realised your daughter had
left her luggage on the train.
There were a cascade of questions partly-answered questions -- Who the fuck
is Heiddegar, Dad? German philospher who Douglas knows more about than me.
Is Douglas writing about himself or an heteronym identity? (How the fuck am
*I* supposed to know?)
And -- this will be the one which will crease Douglas -- "I really prefer it
when when he's writing about his girl than when he writes about those bloody
cats."
We were half way across Leicester Station when the Demon Princess and I took
one look at each other, went simultaneously white as death and shot back to
the train.
I really don't think I'd ever have forgiven Douglas if, due to my daughter's
engrossment in his poems, she'd lost her luggage.
At that, it was a bloody close thing, and I nearly lost an ankle jamming the
train-door open.
Trully.
Robin
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