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[ELIZABETH DAPLYN]

digests this afternoon, and now my brain has started leaking out my
ears.  I want sympathy!  NOW!  How do you people manage to get anything
done?  I have visions (not frequently, thank goodness) of all you pallid
students and secret office misfits crouched over your computers in the
early hours typing feverishly.  Not a nice thought.  I, however, have a
REALLY full-time Foundation Course to occupy my time 5 days a week (and
then some).  Shame on you!  Write an essay or audit your accounts or
something while I'm slaving over a hot paintbrush.  Show that you care.
Or not, as the case may be...

LIZ'S BOOK OF THE MONTH is:

Microserfs by Douglas Coupland (or, indeed, ANY book by Douglas
Coupland, although Polaroids From The Dead is rather too Gerry
Garcia-obsessed for my liking).  Try to ignore all that overblown shite
about Generation X, and read some of his wonderfully unsentimental,
involving, genuinely moving and very VERY funny prose.  Woohoo!

Phew!  Thank the Lord (ie. HoneyGrumps.  Hey, no need to be grumpy - we
all love you and would still be glad to give you babies) for the end to
Multiple Mailing Syndrome.  That piece on Northern Soul was starting to
really annoy me, and if it'd continued I would have excercised my secret
magic word to cast a hex on the server, thus blightling the life of all
listees.  Lucky it stopped, eh?  Oh, and can I have permission to talk
about household pets too, sir?

The Espedair Street thing on Radio 4 is quite good, although not nearly
as good as the Crow Road thing on BBC 2.  There isnae any background
noise or anything, and the characterisation of Rick Tumber is just
pathetic.  Apple'n'pears, plates of meat, any old cliches?  I dunno, the
radio doesn't seem to really do much for the dramatic arts.  I mean,
just look at The Archers.  What a big pile of poo that is.  I shall
outline what I attribute this to in my revolutionary new theory:  You
Can't Do Porn On The Radio.  Let me explain: as TV has become more
liberal in what it is possible to show, the radio has lost out on
innovative production because you can't get the full prurient doses of
tits'n'bums on the radio.  You can get the comedy twangy soundtracks all
right, but these just aren't the same, darlings.  Creative media types
go straight to TV because they want to show nekkid bodies (for artistic
purposes only, of course).  I realise this is appallingly generalistic,
so don't flame me or anything if you happen to be a pure and virtuous TV
producer (yeah, right).  Ho hum. 

STOP GOING ON ABOUT HOUSE OF LOVE!  I KNOW NOTHING OF THEM!  I DON'T
CARE EITHER!  AARGH!

Sorry about that, I just have ignorance-overload at the moment.  Tata.

     Arrivederci,
           Liz (edaplynr3n00297 at kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk)

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

                                   Robert Frost    

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