I saw you muttering into your glass there good sir and thought I could be so bold as to sit besides you.

garcon - a toast, marmelade and tea, please, and none of those damned coffee spoons.


Ah I sympathise with you, I really do. I don't believe you are the first man to echo his wassail within these grubby walls for one such as the portly princess of Picadilly Circus.

But perhaps, my dear man, her silence is a verbal fumbling, a lexical stumbling in the glare and glint of a gilded wit such as yours. where upon there is little to salvage from the governors ball, asides some dignity, your sporran, and the hotel bill (5 figures? How sir, how?).

And now in this long breath, held by the siilent watchers waiting to see how this story unfolds, she waits for you to blink, and twice you do.

And now as she calls 'pon the muses to enguild her response, with your twice blink swinging the balance of the furies favour back towards her door perhaps we should go then, you and I, to the small room at the back of this pub where I believe there is the premiere of Leanne Smith's new film, Viral, and let her join us if, and it is a delicate thread of an if, she will muster something sufficient to say.


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'as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen'<br><br>Post edited by: prufrock, at: 2006/04/24 13:41