Normal service has been resumed.
The next LIVE Performances at the QMU will be held:
The Queen Margaret Union
Lacuna Cafe
Wednesday 17th January 2007
8pm Promptish
Email toad@toadinmud.co.uk, contact Tom on 0792 635 0161 or comment on this page to request a spot in advance. Of course you can still turn up on the day and we will find you a place, but to avoid disappointment please get in contact.
Sincerely,
The Management.
Once, long time ago, puffing on a pipe and digging my fat toes into the shag, and supping on a thick rimmed glass of almost…but wait.
“More powder! All over my face! Into the crevices! Go on woman, scrub!”
So yes, Africa. Two tiny word-eels, hardly eels at all, were jumping and giggling, festering too. Foul things. And they lived in newspaper. Newspaper is a city, wet and stale with the juice from dogs, and it stuck to the wall in the wind. Now where to go next? You see up there? Out the window dear boy, look at those herons.
“You know they stand over their own nests? They hope to eat their falling young you know. Magnificent race. Splendid.”
I think its time to open my very own soap factory. (The boy trembles. Parts his limbs and his lips…delicate like when you break a wren’s wing and it doesn’t snap cleanly because there are sinews of marrow or something holding it).
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