Matthew Henry John Bartlett

Poetry at 128 last night, very good times, red wine doing the trick for once, and that girl whose face makes me fall over, and all my friends pairing off, I better pair off quick or I’ll be stuck for things to fill the weekend. Not really, but you know Todd. Next time I better have something to read out dammit. We were told Olmecha Supreme were playing at Valve so we hightailed it out of there (o to have a tail) just before the end, but they weren’t; it’s tonight (come along, they’re a blast man, Imon Star is the best and worst rapper in the world and Saturday before last was just the best dance for a long time, since Womad at least, though my paired off friends dropped away leaving me alone and faithful, because OS took so long to go on, and I was shy for a start sitting on a school seat and getting really jumpy before getting into it properly, sweet wiggly girls yeah). I hope we can make it, it’s going to be a busy evening, what with Hawthorne and Heavenly Burlesque (circus? vaudeville? strip show?) and all.