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Salient notes

It was a muted Salient office this week with rumours flying thick and fast about the suspected condition of the Salient Editor, David Murray. The Salient workers collective wish to take the opportunity here to refute the lies that have been spread by right-wingers who have alleged that the editor has been struck down by spinbifida or some other heinous mutant-causing disease. No, Mr Murray is fighting back well, and sends his love along with some finger painting he's been doing at the clinic.

Anyway back to the saga. In true classical Greek style Gyles Beckford sat in the corner of the Salient Office humming the Iliad and strumming his lyre (bit like a harp you idiots) whilst sitting in mock adoration at his feet were Lamorna Rogers and Rose Collins, our 'do anything — any where' duet. All very demeaning. Meanwhile back at the Lone Pine Ranch our magical fingered typesetters, Wendy Bachler and Angela Boyes-Barnes were engaged in a desparate fight against the forces of the artistic do-gooders, namely Simon Wilson, (Film Editor), Andrew Dungan, (Drama Editor), and Patrick O'Dea (not sure what he does). Clutching a copy of the National Business Review and a calculator Michael Stephine, our Ad man whistled the 'Detente' song. The chorus was taken up by Neil Pearce with much gusto. Neil likes stamp collecting, laying on the tables and hopes to travel overseas. Contrary to Socialist Fiction he's not running for Mr New Zealand Beach Person 1977. However Bruce Robinson says that he might if they throw in a new sewing machine and a Massey Furgesson Combine Harvester, (a give away) Blowing snot into her mittens Lindy Cassidy contemplated the box office and the ugly features of Soviet Social-Imperialism. Pausing only for a few candid holiday shots by Lunette Shum and Jane Wilcox on loan from the SIS, Eugene denies throwing the plackard at the Volvo but we applaud his revolutionary spirit. David Tripe walked into the Salient office bumping into a low hanging lightbulb. (An old in joke, that, folks!). Apparently that is one part of his history he wants to redily forget. Donning false noses, Rire Scotney and Sue Cairney started stripping the ; letters and laying about in poses of gay abandon in front of Rod James who was trying to do some graphics in the true party line. Bloody Rose Collins has just walked in and she's forgotten the butter and the 13 meat skewers which apparently were intended for Dave Meritt. A leading exponent of the pyjama-jacket brigade affiliated to the PLO. David Is down from Auckland to try and work out if there is really life after Hamilton. Lamorna Rogers has just' started lamenting the fact that her name is only appearing twice in the Salient notes. She is currently starring in the Chairman's leading performance of Correcting Mistaken Ideas, (a four part play). Gerrard Couper made one of his rare visits to the Salient Office this week but we at Salient repulsed the roader in a fierce scalpel to scalpel battle. Bits of him can be seen in the foyer. Leonie Morris abused us all over lack of fevour in going on 6 o'clock leafleting with her. The Salient staff hold firm in our conviction and abject apathy. The revolution will be won in the streets and not in the Hull Railway station at 7 in the morning. All in all its been just another ordinary week.