Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 12:15:32 -0000
From: Roger Haslam
To: The Monkey King
Cc:
Subject: Re: cornwall!

In answer to your question: bastards.

This is rapidly becoming intolerable. Impossible. I am blocked and beseiged at every turn. Sabotaged. I cannot seem to make any of them see what it is that we are doing. I feel like I'm trapped in a Fellini film. And I loathe Fellini.

I don't seem to be able to communicate with anyone - the whole thing is an unmitigated disaster. I have such a clear vision of this, but none of them will open up. How can I direct if will take direction? Perhaps subtitles would help.

Of course I am taking the blame for all this, and quite rightly, if for the wrong reasons. Joanna thinks Tom can do no wrong, but of course - the sun shines out of his tripod - everyone's tiptoeing around Scary Mary, who has completely lost any shred social ability she once might have had. So that leaves only me to take responsibility. And, I'll freely admit - I'm hardly the nation's choice.

I've always been able to make people understand in the past... what has gone wrong? This place is strange. It's so quiet. And yet the coast, the landscape - it's such a shock to the system. It's like you're having it forced into you at every turn. No wonder there's so many ghost stories down here - people must end up hallucinating.

The whole project is crumbling about our ears and no one else seems to care. I am alone in a boiling sea of ineptitude.

I cannot stand this much longer. And Charlie's continued absence is the icing on the cake.

Roger.