Monday, November 22, 2004

Where's Terry?

Since our bored student (Aidan)did this in August 2002, only one person (Fiona) has left the Company.
Are we dedicated or just too lazy?

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

A poem by Paul Wylde (not Oscar)

the trees i've seen blur to evergreen,
but the sheen of a fallen penny
excites pulse racing like a jumping bean.
i digress. what a mess this is,
still, neither one nor the other
can release us from the bus.
we're riding with the windowlickers now.
there you go A to B through the A to Z
caught in the web of metre and yard
there's the stick and the ale of the world's joy.