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Yes, the e lection was a deep surprise after my cynical pre-election poem, and part of my response I too have MO'd for Cris Cheek's project. Here's a part of mine. Aaron Williamson here said his floor resonated with the footstamping at Portillos demise, as we r3ead here toghether Ken's message: Aaron's reading at Edge Hill tonight. Warm words wanting to support ther day, We budget for fun. What'cha waiting for, girls? What's he writing in his notebook? Whereas I felt cynicism about New Labour during the deliberately protracted campaign, feeling "this Age of Irony now happening to be forged", the will of the people for moderate social democratic policies - hardly the "phlegmy lyric from the clogging drone" of my pre-election poem - was overwhelming in its silent and invisible determination. Why's he called Paddy? Word of surfaces sandpapers the skin. I shall read this text: sentences alphabetically ordered, thus disordered documentary text tonight: scarily new. But I share Fiona's sense of personal liberation. But why? %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%