Interrogative nine year old school girls on a Colchester bus. – 'Where are you going?'; 'Why do you dress like that?' Yes, where are we going? Why do we dress like this? – 'Didn't anyone tell you not to talk to strangers?'
Straight to the Student Union. We'll be in the bar, we've told everyone we know. – 'That's where you can find us'. Constancy is always admired, we agree. People need to know where to find you.
We order beers, then whiskey, then beers, then whiskey, then chips, then beer, then whiskey, then another beer and another whiskey, then chips. A balanced diet, W. says. All the major food groups.
'Godard made a film on this campus, did you know that?', W. says. British Sounds, from '68. It's really boring. W. describes the last scene, with a bloodied hand rising from the mud. – 'Godard cut his own hand for that. He wouldn't use fake blood'.
We should cut our own hands, W. says. Our own throats … Then people might believe us. Then they might believe we have something to say.
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