2b linthorpe rd
in front of strangers we unzip ourselves in the mixing pot of a kitchen to stew over the problem of getting to know ourselves. so what brings you here? my legs - ya mum - an unmovable force. just desserts. we talk about journalists cum novelists and what post modernism has done to our generation. the usual self mutilating conversation as entertainment. given adequate supplies of food and drink we could be cooking for days on end.