The house is shaking!Sunday 1st February 12:37TO:
[email protected] can you turn down the volume on Star Trek: Voyager? I thought we were having an earthquake when the Enterprise hit Warp speed. Why did you let me sleep until nearly one?Sunday 1st February 13:47TO:
[email protected] you get home okay? Chris says he woke up in his front garden an hour ago. It’s all coming back now. The huge amounts we drank. Rosencrantz coming down twice to tell us to keep the noise down. My head feels like its full of mice in spiky golf shoes.And my poem… I have just had this email: -ATTACHMENTFROM:
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[email protected] Ms. PinchardWe never normally enter into correspondence with authors or readers. Much of it is abusive due to the unfortunate nature of our work. However, your poem of late last night greatly touched our morning staff. In one instance, made Terry who drives the forklift shed a tear. We adored its irony.So, on this occasion we will grant your request to, “Open our hallowed doors,”
