Feb 1, 2001
Yowch
I’m suffering from death by a thousand paper cuts. I’ve just opened an invitation to a launch party, which was encased in the sharpest, heaviest, most unwieldy envelope in the western world.
Razorweight card.
After battling to get it open for a good few minutes, I’ve emarged, traumatised and bleeding on the other side. I look like I’ve just survived an overenthusiastic palm reading by a drunken Edward Scissorhands.











