July 1st, 2005


Professional weirdness in the morning

At the bus stop, getting a bus to work, I'm accosted by figg and scunthorpe. "You went to the wrong bus stop, you bastard," they say, handing over a brown envelope with STEWART WILSON c/o bus stop written on in permanent marker.

The weird starts with those two being around and (hyper)active at 8:20 in the morning. Furthermore, when I open the envelope, there's a pack of Amber Leaf rolling papers, and a train ticket valid for 24/7/05 between
Basildon and Chalkwell. Nothing more.

As it's early morning it takes me a couple of minutes to work it out, but I know what to do in response.

Wonder if I have any floppies kicking around, and what else I can use for my response.

I love my life.