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| Late again as usual, but at last you can credit us with being
consistent in something! We have, as a result of our lack of
punctuality received our first bunch on 'hate mail' which certainly
brings our laziness home to us. Please do remember though that
we'd much rather write the newsletter ourselves and delays
because of tours etc. are sometimes difficult to avoid. On the
subject of touring, thanks a lot for your support on the March
tour, (more about that in the next newsletter). Having been away
for so long it made us feel really good to know that dispite all
our ups and downs we still get some wonderful support around
Britain. Oh yes, before I forget, hallo to everybody in other parts
of the world who maybe reading this glorious manuscript.
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| Now, you're going to want to know why we haven't been spending
all our spare time conscietiously compiling copious quantities of
copy for 'Secret Noise', are you not? (Thinks, this is going to be
a hard one to answer). Well Officer it's like this; David at last
found a suitable replacement for the matchbox which he insisted
was his home and has theerfore been extremely busy filling it with
man eating plants and dodgy old guns, (a facination that is beginning
to worry us all). Edward and Steve after months of speculations
were asked to move on from their penthouse suite in the swinging uptown
Guildford and consequently spent much time worrying about what they
were going to find to wake up underneath in the mornings. As with
all stories concerning such a sweet pair of chaps the ending looks
like being a happy one. Edward (why are we calling him Edward
all of a sudden?) has bundled his copy of 'Forever Changes' and a
few Tequila and grapefruit sandwiches into a proverbial red and
white checked hankerchief and run off to live with some nice
people in London leaving Steve to share the delights of Guildford
with a newly resettled Dave. We last heard that boisterous bassist
was negotiating for a flat opposite his favorite 'art gallery'
on the Guildford city limits.(Whatever did happen to Guildford City
anyway?) Meanwhile Howard, about whom I had almost but not completely
forgotten has arranged the day for his wedding, looked around for
a nice romantic nest for after the big event, and has not, contrary
to rumours given up his hobby of picking wild flowers and giving
them to the sick and needy. In between our various house moving
activities we found time to return to one of the earliest stamping
grounds, The Royal Hotel in Guildford (not a million miles from the
previously mentioned city limits actually). the idea was to have
some fun and also see if we could remember our songs for our
Richard Skinner Radio One live broadcast thing which I hope You all
heard and, if not asking too much, enjoyed. Much somewhat chaotic
fun was had and I don't think too many people walked out.
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| Enough explaning and excuses for now methinks. This issue sees the inagural appearance of the crossword whch may or may not become a regular feature. Also there maybe a poem but I'm not sure; Dave was given one at Stockport and if it doesn't go in this issue it is surely will appear in the next. Any drawings, poems or other things which you'd like to get off your chest, please send and we'' try to include them in the newsletter. |
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