A Moving Experience

We would like to express our most heart (mouth, stomach and toe)-felt gratitude to an almost-illiterate who bothered to lift two fingers (this time with a pen between them!) for our benefit.

He informed us in a very raggety note scrunched beneath the car windscreen wipers on Thursday March 24 9p.m. (approx.), that we were both "alcoholic cunts." Of this fact we had hitherto been sadly unaware.

It seems a pity that our knowledgable Saviour hasn't more active ways of occupying his time if alcohol and cunts are what he's interested in, but we are, of course exceedingly grateful to him for enlightening us as to our own most lamentable state of affairs. We would venture to suggest he send any further literary attempts to 'Salient' or to our friend Patricia, both of whom could do with a bit of a jerk.