Postbag

Dear Postbag,

Good to see the Surrealist Worker back again, with its tired old format and regurgitated humour. Shame about your flat getting knocked down. You may have missed an opportunity here to go hitchhiking through the galaxy. Or maybe that's where you really have been.

By the way, why is this section of the Surrealist Worker called "Postbag" if the messages you receive are neither posted nor arrive in a bag?

For that matter, the entire publication has nothing to do with surrealism or working. Admit it - you just thought up the title one afternoon down the pub, the same pub you were in just before you got whisked away on interstellar adventures with your friend Fiat Punto.

Did your colleague Ask OGS make it back to Earth too or is he still working the MegaStrip clubs on the bear-juice-mining colonies on the cold moons of Jaglan Beta?

Kev

SW responds:

Oh frabjous day! A genuine letter!!

Thank-you for your sentiments. My entire flat being knocked down was a little of an exaggeration, it was just the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, so all I did was hitchhike through the upstairs flat. I'm please to say I'm now back in my flat, and that now the upstairs flat has a cellar, and the downstairs flat, an loft.

As for the "Postbag", that's what makes the SW surreal! The title actually came about through my intention to sell copies of the SW (on paper of course) outside the Manchester Polytechnic Students Union building, in competition with the Socialist Worker sellers. Oh how radical a student I was then. (I never actually got round to publishing a paper version though.)

Ask OGS seems to have got lost down the back of the sofa, or is on an intergalactic cruise in his office, I forget which.

www.piperfiction.com is live

SW responds:

Well, OK, I know it's not actually anything to do with the SW, but I have had requests asking what had happened to Piper Publications Online. Well, the all singing, all dancing newly revamped site has just been launched.