Without further ado, then, a postcard dated November 17th, 1989:
Hi Charles! (17/XI/89)
I've been working on a letter to you since the 7th of the month, and it's not even reached the half-page length yet. In fact, I think I shall rip it up as it's perfectly boring. In fact, I'm having trouble writing this card as nothing at all has happened all month. Damn it. I haven't even been approached (much less been laid) -- and A. tells me you've overcome that problem. Gee, it's fun to play "virgin". And who the fuck is that woman on the 5pf stamp? I'm sick of seeing her face.
Sunday -- didn't leave the house all day. TV is dull -- some Bergman film on at midnight tonite. (Thanks for the call!) Tomorrow I'm out to buy books (Karl May, yup) and laze around. Take care - next card is Swiss! (I'm very excited.) Christopher
(P.S. -- You'll be getting an article by Wolf Bierman from the taz -- pls. copy for Seeba)