I'm not sure I have more to say here but I suppose it would be decent to offer an image of something; something dreamy... you are in a field in spring; a high alp where the flowers are blossoming. The air is clear, and the gods are calling down to you 'come hither, come hither'. You can see
2 mails in one day. i'm sorry. this one, however, is for the good of US ALL. err... well those of us who will be in london, englishland, over the weekend anyway. i was hoping somebody else would organise a picnic on sunday, for those moments in between chickfactor balls. or (for those who aren't going to bush hall) for that last chance to catch the september before it slips away and leaves us with only october to shivver through. nobody has done this so far, so i'll make a start. 2 o'clock. in a suitable park. how about st james's park? if it rains, we'll go somewhere else. i don't know london, and which parks are suitable for bush hall. if you have a better idea, take things from here and plan them yourself. no, i'm not being arsey, i really REALLY want you to do it. i am from the MIDLANDS, and therefore technically unqualified to do this anyway...go on, DO IT! okay, i have it on good authority that saint james's park is NICE, so that's a good place to start. if somebody can select a monument we can meet at, that would be nice. (err..it doesn't have to be a monument, actually. just something that's easy to find) if it rains, there will be a plan B, involving a PUB. perhaps somebody who knows that area would like to suggest one. so... 2 in the afternoon, somewhere in saint james's park, sunday. bring a frisbee, or some balloons, or just something wonderful* or, just bring yourself, and a smile (and a bottle, preferably). here is my telephone number. you can ring it, if you want to ask me what the fuck is going on (bear in mind that i don't always know what the fuck is going on. some would say 'never''. stop lauging, dimitra) or just if you want to sing me songs about cats: 07967 302614. DON'T email me for information, cos i'm leaving birmingham tomorrow, and heading south. email me to tell me stories and spread rumours instead. i know you can do that. so, like bongwater once said 'that's our manifesto, pencil in a date. let me know when something gives, i hope its not too late' not very relevant to this mail, but i do like that song. see you there. ian *examples of something wonderful: an amusing sex toy that we can all laugh at; a dancing elvis doll; a friend who nobody knows but has hidden secrets; a signed photograph of lorraine kelly; HARD DRUGS..oh no, scrub that bit. how untwee.. ps. gordon said: the
blue, deep blue wantonness of the whole world waiting to take you up in its arms.... 'come hither, come hither'
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