'have you got a log in for this', picking at the gash I holds the phone with my ear squashie hand between
'babyshambles ?'
'yeah'
'no'

exchange, clatter of guitars, the fabled panic attack, a babyshamble attack. sean in a suit watchimng his baby cluck, slim jim the flyboy

'have youyou got anything else to say?'
'[blushes] it aint nothing [weeps] he aint seen'
'ruby wax'

checkle ,
'cash the checkle and hyde' we laugh'remember the chuckle castle? no the chuckle brothers'
'what about the Caernarvan Castle, 6-8 Chalk Farm Road, Camden Lock. stage time 11pm'
'how do we get much do we get?'
"80%the door'
T e n n e r s

little venice children not quite sure if they can hold their own in the bleedin streets of farringdon..always rains there when shes been there..or when theres contact ..
never did know..f she was welcome
or notty..she did want to..and does..but how? 'scratches head'

Chev turns up, Jim's breading 'pikey cunt' on the phone,
"Did you hear what Graham said to Pat" animated ad-lib 'dertines angle on recent occurences here or there [neither hear or therethere my darlin ' stay free graffittiabove Lewis and Dominics heads. It's above their heads.Pat on the other line, switch lines...
"there's a gig yeah?'
pat says sadly:"yeah"
i read that out, he says:
"yeah"
"types] ye a h"
"what does it say? what did you write? is that the internet?"
"I'm gonna get a computer mac. right..be over soon"
laughter "you're odd"! he says and then



"chev - type it quick"!

Chev types:
graham said peter had been crying his eyes out begging him to manage him but he wouldnt get involed unless chev was there

to me to you


Peter:
pulsating waltzing at fast forward old silent movie speed my heart was speed of speed
speedle
i thought he was gonna type: 'begging the piky not to beat him bare beats'

















anyway, yes there's a gig tonight and tomorrow

a little venetian stairwell round the back of the 'lady venices' canal..stood tall..yet crouched, hunched arm around his girl 'the wall' your either here or either lassy...your a hard'un to...lo
im with the boys right now?serving odd teatime pleasures..of the underground garments of todays universe...nothing that could ever be rehearsed ..or that i could hope to ever reverse
sit with me a while (she speaks)in the matter it takes to suck and stroke a cigarrettytypegasper just to be and sit as 'we' once again...to see his lips part with a gasper boat choo choo chooing in cart...yet role reversals of no
my teeth might fall out if i..i dont...onwards and out..up up to and beyond where to?