scitz5 Aug 2003

Z
I will wear this dishonourable crown with pride. I recently attended a student poetry evening filled with train spotters and ugly teens with yellowheads on the brink of explosion. There was a young lad called 'Malcolm Spurgeon' who started crying as he read 'The Destruction Of Me' at the end a posse of girls (who were crying) asked him to write one for them about there experiences. By the end of the night he had snogged the lot of them and thought he was a God at poetry. I must admit to having a soft spot for Malcolm for his sheer incompetence and bravado he had a taste at the big time.

I may enter next week once I have eaten lots of high cholestrol foods to make me look the part, what do you think Z?

shall i go for it?