CNK
13th December 2004 |
From: GypsyBoy | Date: 13th December 2004 | Subject: CNK
I went to a scratch night last night at the Latchmere.
Got so pi55ed I ended up getting up and doing an improvised five minutes of story telling.
High art indeed. |
From: Chuckles | Date: 13th December 2004 | Subject: CNK
What story did you tell, Scheherzade? Was it the one about the mystical pot of gold hidden in Seffers' asre?
I dreamt I was being stalked by a serial killer in the English countryside last night. |
From: GypsyBoy | Date: 13th December 2004 | Subject: CNK
I didn't even get to the story. It was about the flood in 1928 that my grandad witnessed. Tass had given me a five minute limit.
I spent the whole five minutes introducing it and explaining why I wanted to tell it and then ran out of time.
I swear it was a brilliant piece of post-modern theatrical entertainment.
Stalked how? Have you been reading the Daily Mail in bed again? Is it giving you nightmares? |
From: Chuckles | Date: 13th December 2004 | Subject: CNK
All I remember was that I was standing on the top floor of a windmill, overlooking a giant field of roses, I think. And I suddenly realised that the crazed knife-killer was IN THE ROOM WITH ME. If it had had a proper twist ending, it would have turned out to be me, and I think it was veering in that direction, but I woke up before the deus ex machina. |
From: Seffers | Date: 13th December 2004 | Subject: CNK
is that what we're calling miranda now? i think 'mitamfa' is catchier |
