first: a warming. oh, if only. EVERYBODY'S COMIN' HOME FOR LUNCH THESE DAYS take the sinisters bowling, take them bowling? I didn't. calumn shearer did. did well. left early. what a host! self sacrificial. leaving one to add a further two to his score. and attempting a similar feat to the one that greg pallis succeeded in. but getting rumbled. I'm not sure of the details. pronunciation perfected [possibly], pool played. everyone enjoyed themselves. as far as I know. tell me if I'm wrong. and you were there. despite not having wonderfully high scores. ken said some guy got a hundred and fifty or so at the london one. modesty? pathological non-truth telling? as I say. our scorings not rivalling southern ones. I WON BOTH GAMES. thanks. I thought I might write something about else camper vans later. but I realise I won't. and nothing about go-karts neither. why did I wait 'til now? yes. kirsten marie kenyon. with a visit. here. having fun. I'm told. as for THREATS that have been made here previously. AT ME. without mentioning me by name. well, well. I could say 'I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY, MATE'. but I won't. I'm not like that. last night we went to the WEST END HOTEL in west calder. the west end being not so far from the east end. someone saying they'd arrive didn't. we had much fun anyhow. BOBBY and SENGA challenged us to a game of pool. we had been playing when they arrived. it might have been bobbie. I'm not sure; didn't dare ask. we played. got beaten. bobby [I choose 'bobby'] taking minutes per shot. senga standing in or near a corner looking petrified. bobby scared me too. but not kirsten. bobby asked if I'd like to put a little wager on the next game. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that I was shit at pool and had nothing worth betting on. he accepted this. all he could. looking a little insulted that I didn't want to lose money to him. he had a few pierced parts. visible. I won't use speculation. he had one of them ones through his left eyebrow. making him less unattractive? no. but. I suppose. what do I know? the pierced's goal is to become attractive? perhaps not. perhaps someone could tell me. I mean. the overpierced [only in one of my opinions, of course] has always baffled me. G.E.A. being the exception. because there has to be one. and she's it. not complete lack of bafflement. there. brevity is the soul of...whit? I gave up on wit at an early age. I'm sure I don't have to tell YOU that. looking, earlier, I was glad to see that DeAtHofGliTteR16 is our latest new list member. hello! LATCH ON TO THE AFFIRMATIVE yes. it was johnny mercer who wrote lyrics to henry mancini's 'moon river' tune. if only I'd offered a prize. AND YOU THINK THEY'RE SAD BECAUSE YOU'RE LEAVING I've reverted to some other style. here. I see it. of course: we went to london. I only thought about it on the twenty-sixth and I think about a lot of things I know will never. happen. we only booked tickets on the twenty-eighth. we only packed just before we left. we only got there on the morning of the thirty-first. should I leave out those hyphens? and run 'em together? I saw someone do that. we only got there on the morning of the thirtyfirst. I don't think I can do that with conviction. we only got there on the morning of the thirty-first. I almost proposed that I'd see people later. we went to blackheath. which I did like. I was sort of told I shouldn't. I was never a fan of london. really. but I think I have a better way to think about it these days. germany and marianna. post office. red cafe. bumped table. started, smoking seniors [female]. startlation soon turning to gigglation when I smiled and apologised. eggs. phones. chat. change. covent gardens. via. who knows? I don't. I pay attention sometimes. marianna departing and, gosh, carrying luggage that wasn't hers. it was ours! bless her little heart! [more later]. heading for fish and chip shop. looking back. I kinda think ken would have liked it. we never got to the fish and chip shop. walked past. THE ROCK AND SOLE PLAICE. wow. I think that's right. but. yes. meeting a cook outside the station after some disturbing elevation. and then trousers down at drury lane. wasn't too much exposure. it was still early. looking for an open pub. found a couple. found more that were very closed. imagined being inside. our first drinks of the day. and some nice chat. action figures. momus. mancini. ustinov. and so much more. more drinks. some quizzing. we won ten pounds! and lost it by not knowing how to be claiming it. 'banking', I think, is the favoured quiz machine nomenclature. doesn't matter: we couldn't. hangman two. the staple at the tap. lacking an ailsa watson [nee ross] we got not very far. I like crosswords too. but there were none here. yet someone suggested that I wear vermouth. leaving and more public transport. I'm a fan. a telephone call from my architecture friend/neighbour/flatmate's boyfriend in glasgow asking what I was planning on doing for that evening. I said 'erm'. he asked where I was. I said 'LONDON'. he said 'OKAY!'. and wished me a pleasant evening. I wished him one two. I mean. too. got to another pub. 'the famous cock'. germany said he thought we ought to get a photograph of alasdair outside of it. I thought that kind of a remark a little on the harsh side. the next day, of course, it emerged that he thought it was called 'the famous cook'. all the same. tsk. TSK. more joined. including kenneth with vodka and red bull concealed. marianna back again [bless her little heart!]. the pinefox! these were at my end of the table. or the table at which I had got seated. there were others. I spoke to martin about warmings. briefly. I was sort of introduced to another richard. oh! we drew each other on the back of american receipts! I remember. I drew stevie. he ended up looking quite evil and having, originally, a thumb on the wrong side of his hand and, then, having two thumbs on the same hand. one of which was sort of. favoured. by added ink. one cookie managed to make me look quite fat. I know I don't have the best diet. it wasn't so much fat. really. but my jaw went quite far behind my ear. and there was a distinct lack of hair to the rear of my. bonce. look at me! words like 'bonce'. I'm all buoyed here. can't you tell? I'm becoming a little. forgive me. yes. stevie drew germany. very good. germany drew ally. rather cheap. ally drew kirsten. made me fat. made her ugly. what a guy. I miss him already. people signed dollars. hamilton mistaken for jefferson. a halo changed to horns. some talk of tapes received. I forgot about? 'estuary english', 'anita o'day'? others too. which I forget about now. not completely. goodness. the night hadn't even begun! we left the cock. but he followed us. no, no. sorry. money from a machine. upstairs to a garage. or at. the. now. here my memory serves me less well. or more unwell. around. mark casarotto, yes, and, I believe, vicky parkinson despite none formal introduction. and. I don't know when from. or whence. lucy alder, carey lander, christopher brown, sally moore, matt powell?, paul field, passant nicholas whose-surname-I-don't-know, greg pallis. I staggered from bar to toilet and back again. a few times. I don't remember so much more. alasdair trying to make me dance. kirsten trying to make me dance. ken trying to make me dance. me not dancing. at twelve o'clock. I KISSED THEM ALL. I don't think I missed anyone out. if I did, I apologise. or. you were too quick. later on. I was handed a bottle labelled STAROPRAMEN. I recognised this brand of LAGER. I swigged as with LAGER. the bottle was filled with VODKA. results? well. y'know. and if you don't: whew! I aren't half dragging this out, hey? we left reasonable early. I think. to ealing. to a bed. to wake up. to have breakfast cooked for. served to. to be grateful. to try to communicate such. to fail. I should imagine. but to be grateful all the same. all the more. leaving on a jet plane. I'm not sure it was. but. at nine fifty-five. in the evening. of the first. in london that day. victoria. ken chu. ripped jumper. fat bernard's. shitebox? I forget. I could have made more of that. easyeverything. never not a geek. a bus. a plane. an empty plane. back to the dear green place. then to west calder. a trip. bookended by boxers. bookended by 'the boxer's [not misusing.]. that isn't bookends. 'bookends'. neither is this: here I am. I look like I'm in belle and sebastian? I look like stevie jackson? I blame my jumper. but now. ripped. I said. PF. I look like a young chris leonard? ST. I look like a kid you used to swop girlfriends with at high school? MC. I enjoyed these. thanks. I enjoyed lots. thanks. thanks to ken chu for ticket reserving. and thanks, especially, to marianna longmire for her outstanding, overwhelming, greatly appreciated hospitality and general niceness. I'm glad I was introduced to her and that she was introduced to me. even if it was in installments. thanks. QUELLE EST VOTRE PLUS GRANDE AMBITION DANS LA VIE? I saw that murdoch-in-scotsman thing. I thought he was taking from pasolini at first. then. no. godard. of course. I've lost control of this. so I send now. I couldn't even think of a decent subject line. I hope that you all had happy new years [eves and days]. I hope that ian nicolson had a happy new year [eve and day]. I'll find out. happy new year. richard. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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