On our second beserk we went Indian. We were very hungry. Our Curry On Parade curries were satisfying although lacking a bit of umph! However this was atoned for by a bottle of Lindeman's Stephen Hermitage (no relation) 1990 from Parade Cellars (Steve's local). It was alright, although not startling.
The rest of the evening was devoted to reading our writing � Steve's poetry, Mike's journal entries and stories. Some random quotes follow.
If you would like to finish off Mike's short story, email a 100 word piece to us and we'll post it on Tuesday Night with Steve and Mike.
Dads all, we, your sons, must learn your names
Untitled piece by Mike
She walked past a stolen door, not sure if she would enter or report it to the police. Coming from under the door was a warm, welcoming smell. Coming from her mind was the thought of ...
Untitled by Steve, July 1996
Who are you?
Who were you?
Who are we?
We are your shadows and reflections
We are irreversible interuptions
We are irreplacable
We are in you and you in us
Dads all, you gave us your seed and mould
You gave us bread
You made room for us
We watched your ways
But who are you?
Who were you?
Dad's all, we, your sons, must learn your names
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