Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday, 29 May 2010
Port Elliot Festival.
Spent the morning writing a 'biog' for Tristan.
He is performing at Port Elliot in July. Naturally I shall be going along to support him.
What a shame the half Hazel bastard brother proxy doesn't live at Launceston any more; Tristan and Jan could have stayed there in some quasi luxury, just down the road from the event and in the down time arranged a modest Family Truth Commission.
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What a shame the half Hazel bastard brother proxy doesn't live at Launceston any more; Tristan and Jan could have stayed there in some quasi luxury, just down the road from the event and in the down time arranged a modest Family Truth Commission.
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