Saturday, March 05, 2005
Pendrick Montague & Agatha Norris-Love
Pendrick I was deciding which lemon grass to buy from the organic farm food range in Waitross. Agatha rammed her trolley into me and I noticed she had organic goats milk and a Technicolor poncho. I asked if she was into anal sex. She said only if Sylvia Plath was.
Agatha His flat smelt of fish, he claimed it was a new incense burner. Sonic Youth blared out as I flicked through his tatty copy of The Bell Jar. It had an inscription, which read ‘To Pen, thanks for the new experience’. I stayed all weekend.
Posted by Herge Smith at 12:38 pm