The Owls Are Just What They Seem. It's You That I'm Not Sure About.

Jan 07, 2004 19:24

As Stephanie says, listen very carefully, 'cause for the next two minutes I am going to make nothing but sense. She's as pale as milk with a little flushed lick of rum look but a touch more to my taste. New watchword is a knife, a fork, a bottle and a fuck, that's the way we spell New York. Although I mean New Year. I once told Jules who lives out ( Read more... )

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brennarella January 7 2004, 14:12:04 UTC
If this is what your plays are like, I'm numb with anticipation.

See you this week?

*big slobbery kiss*

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mckendrick January 13 2004, 07:48:58 UTC
See you I did, the other night, and so know that you've had the 'thrill' of seeing one of my plays now - so you also now know full well that it's entirely and exactly the same. Just punt out the lines to a couple of people masquerading as 'characters'. Easy. Like Route One in football. Not that I know what I'm talking about.

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brennarella January 14 2004, 17:56:02 UTC
It was a thrill. Can't get it out of my head, really. Want more.

See you soon?

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zhang_gu January 7 2004, 19:24:10 UTC
im sorry i missed your call. xmas - no alan. new year - no alan. birthday - no alan. this is a sad fucking song, be lucky if i dont bust out crying. the t-shirt is the bomb, buy the weigh. in it fitting me i assume ive put on weight or something...hum-ho.

it seems like i can hear the ice cream van, but at 03.22 that seems unlikely. in 17 hours i will be live on the radio. i'll tape it and send you a copy for xmas. you can kick my fucking teeth in later.

oh, happy new year, bitch. you'll never be as gay as you'd like to be. but i'll kiss you all the same.

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mckendrick January 13 2004, 07:51:41 UTC
Yes, happy birthday, and I'm truly sorry that I couldn't be there.
The T-shirt requires a bit of customisation. They had run out of other sizes and I had run out of both time and ideas. Sorry. I do hope that the enclosed copy of Cat Steven's Greatest Hits softened the slur somewhat. Although on reflection, I'm guessing probably not.
Mail me off your new materials, sonny... Hope radio session went to your satisfaction...
love, me.

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mckendrick January 13 2004, 07:52:11 UTC
Breaks my heart on a daily basis. Not unlike looking in the mirror.

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male_whore January 8 2004, 12:56:59 UTC
God damn, I like the way you write.

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mckendrick January 13 2004, 07:53:18 UTC
Thankyou, it cuts both ways... am very glad you found me out... cheers, A.

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gilfedder January 9 2004, 08:13:00 UTC
Alan, David called. Please please please if you see him again, have a quiet word explaining that (a)I'm married (b)I'm in a four-way love affair with you boys (c)my husband thought I was on a business trip in Wales and not holidaying in Berlin. These are the reasons he must never speak to me or see me again. Well, had a great time - a letter is on its merry way to you! Hope all is good my lovely lovely friend. x

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mckendrick January 13 2004, 07:56:28 UTC
Telling you not to give out your number to strange men in seedy gay bars would be a touch hypocritical, coming from me. However, you appear to have given him my 'phone number as well, which isn't quite so amusing, but we'll let that one pass. I was out when he called, and I think I'll just be giving said juke-joint a miss for the next coupla weeks, until the heat dies down.

As for you... Move house, my friend, it's your only hope.

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