The King of Cornwall
Euphemia's Brother
And This - 10
can you believe it? i went for a piss and then i came back in and some stupid cunt had let david bowie in (get out i said, you twat, and then, who let you in?) - and don't give me none of that major tom shit, i wasn't born yesterday... go on, get out...
(exit popster, says shakespeare, pursued by a bear) - and then i note, eliot's listening and being entralled, chat chat chat with donne (john) who seems to have come in and made himself, quite at home, quite effortlessly (i must here admit to getting some pangs of jealousy, as in, why's tom not talking excitedly with me? and then, why is nobody at all in the room talking with me?) - anyone for tea? more tea anyone? i'll put the kettle on
