Thanks for your support Andy, things are getting pretty rough here now. I haven't been out of this room for a week now, I've lank hair, a stubble and my bollocks stink to high heaven. There's a man under the streetlight outside and I'm sure 'ole bug eyed Bill Burroughs himself is in the wardrobe, behind the kimono. I can see his shiny toe caps.
No word from Paranoid Hartley or Vaporous Wilkins, although the last e-mail seemed to be suggesting that they've been replaced with James Drippy Apendage. I've heard he's a mean SOB.
I hope this whole thing is resolved before June.
Don't take the filter off PM, once they're in there's no stopping them.
The machine is stopping, I know it, I know the signs...
H, possibly.