Sinister: with gay abandon

[duke of harringay]

Fluffy Sarah wrote:
> Robin - the duke DOES live in Exeter 

indeed he does. i do. or something. if indeed 'live' is the correct
term. 'survive' feels more apt at the moment, but that's none of your
interest, nor business quite frankly.

i can't recall the last time i posted to the list... i have to admit to
being one of those oiks who scrolls through the glut of mails every day
hitting the 'delete' button with gay abandon. I had a confrontation with
a girl in school today about sexuality... anyone who says 'the kids' are
ace free-thinkers willing to embrace the world in all its mutiplicity is
a twat. that's the TRUTH. really, honestly, truthfully and that...

i have yet to check the Rodcam but do find the thought of it very
arousing. but not as arousing as the thought of Tag tossing underwear at
the pocafe... as if anything could be. oh to be a country-tripping
socialite... oh to be anything but what i am. sigh. someone from Mo-Jo
magazine called me today but i wasn't on the end of the phone when he
called. the duchess told him i was listening to Bob Dylan recordings,
and the funniest part is that she was right. okay so it's not funny at
all, but bear with me please. it's been a long life.

i started writing a new bit of my so-called 'novel' (that's no laughing
matter either) yesterday. it is in the vein of lo-fi sci-fi bollocks
wherein my character jets back in time to 1983, cycles along the coast
road from Troon to Girvan and back again. along the way he drops in at
Culzean castle, laughs at the thought of american popsters caling
themselves 'the ailsa craig', and takes time out to sneak through a gap
in the fence down by the Ayr Butlins holiday camp. There he meets a
young red-coat by the name of Struan, to whom he divulges magnificent
secrets about Pop in the fin de millennium. As they part company our
hero whispers one word to Struan. That word is Felt. possibly.

speaking of lo-fi sci-fi, i kind of like the new Bis single. i am kind
of sad to say that because i hate too much about Bis, and i think the
content of the song sucks. it's a fine tune though... But i ask you,
glorifying the likes of bananarama and that horrid, HORRID 1980's bland
worship of empty facade under the mistake that it was 'personality'.
Sigh. history is wasted on time, wit wasted on the young.

i am trembling at the thought of the Evie SAnds show, even though i will
be stuck in Devon doing something a lot less exciting. think of me
fondly as you swoon.

i see that the NME are hijacking channel 4 (or is it the other way
round?) soon to tell us their dreary thoughts about 1998. as if we can't
guess what they're going to say, how they're going to say it, and how
many times we're going to howl in derision at their attempts at pithy
commentary. Better by far to drop by the lovely new Tangents site and
hear what I thought of 1998 :-) even though the twattybus record only
made it to sixth place in my fluid list. sorry kids... i'm obviously
just not hip enough.

sorry to have bored you all so, i'm off back to my Dylan CDs.

keep the faith,

the duke

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