Sinister: That's not a post, Harry, that's just a big mess.

[Harry Hunt]

Steven Wells.  Maybe he was dismissive, but it's not the end of the world, 
AND "teenage tits-out terror totty" is an ace book, AND the Sundependent had 
a nicely put interpretation of the Q&A events.

My eye sort of hurts, that is to say I'm not in pain, nor irritation, but 
any touching of the ocular system would change all that, and the deprivation 
of opportunity....well, dogs and their bits, you follow?  No?  OK.

Picture this.  I'm really small, and keep myself to myself, YET today, when 
I went to the bar that I visited last night, and sucked the foam from the 
crown of a pint of horrible beer, the barmaid commented to my companion that 
she was surprised I could drink ANYTHING after last night.  Odd.  It's an 
odd place though, Fibbers.  A place where you can get ID'd by bouncers who 
know your name, a place where they play XTRMNTR on loop before gigs where 
the preambling broadcast of said album is innapropriate (ie any gig where 
REAL music will be played), and a place where miracles happen.

I was sitting, I was sat, I sat, I was seated, outside the establishment, 1 
king's minute before it was due to open.  So as to appear fashionably late 
if I ran into a certain person I was trying to impress, I walked off to 
another bar, and had a couple of drinks, at a leisurely pace.  On returning 
to Fibbers, no time had passed, but I have a Switch receipt to prove I was 
on the other side of town when I clearly wasn't.

As Ted Theodore Logan so unfamously said:"There are strange things afoot at 
the Circle K"

Oh, and the place where I slept, Splash's house, was up the road from the 
lead singer from his band's supermarket.  On Friday, there was a gas escape 
at that there shop, and I was the one who dealt with it over the phone.  My 
world is getting smaller.  Good thing I'm an ectomorphic midget, gives me 
more time to think.

Today, I was being a cheeky chappy, phoning up payphones on my mobile, 
hoping for some Trigger-Happy-TV-like shenanigans.  One person answerred 
saying "York Police Station, how may I help you?" quick as a flash.  I 
nearly fell in love.

But not quite.

I hate Wyclef and I want to die.

Love
Harry
xxx
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