PAUL:	Goth-ahn die-in, peoples of 
	Canada, Iceland and Nfld.  My 
	name is Paul Moth.
	
	This week on The Great 
	Eastern:  we find out where 
	the bodies are buried; aliens 
	cooling out in the 
	refrigerator; a flood of 
	national responses to our 
	distinctly Nfld noise; and the 
	return of our always perky 
	political panel.

	All this for you, with me, on 
	The Great Eastern, Nfld?s 
	Cultural Magazine !

SFX:	THEME OUT

	Whew ... what a week.

	First, have you seen those 
	wasps that are rampaging 
	across the country ? They may 
	be logy, but they?re still 
	dangerous, as I found out.

	Tuesday, one stung me on the 
	thumb.  And the pain !  Right 
	up my arm ... and across my 
	chest ... started to get tight 
	... I don?t have to tell you 
	what I thought was happening. 
	Tongue swole up a little ... 
	but everything syeems in 
	wyorking order now.
	
	And then second, the rumour 
	mill started churning like a 
	mighty Churchillian turbine.
	
	I must address this 
	scuttlebutt, because it 
	concerns me.  It is currently 
	running rampant in some of the 
	country?s ... ?popular? press.  
	The buzz originated, I 
	imagine, from fertile minds in 
	the BCN mail room.
	
	I did indeed receive a package 
	from Los Angeles this week.  
	The sender, it is true, was 
	one Kim Campbell, the Right 
	Honourable lotus land lass.  
	But for the record: I have 
	never had an intimate 
	relationship with Ms. 
	Campbell.
	
	And I do not, as one 
	particularly loathsome scribe 
	suggested, have ?a thing? for 
	conservative women.  
	
	[ Nothing could be further 
	from the truth. ]
	
	Truth be told, the package I 
	received from Kim Campbell was 
	a manuscript, a long lost 
	first draft of a novel I began 
	during my (chokes a little) 
	... dark years in The City of 
	Angels.  
	
	Kim is resident now in the 
	Wiltshire, as it turns out, in 
	the former digs of sub-monoist 
	composer, and dear friend of 
	mine, the late Hugh Kuva. It 
	seems that Kim was cleaning 
	out some closet space when she 
	stumbled upon a yellowing 
	mound of paper.  One thousand 
	two hundred and sixty double 
	spaced, typed pages ... my 
	name prominently featured on 
	the first.  I thought it had 
	been lost forever.  
	
	Thank you, Kim Campbell.  I 
	owe you one.
	
	Here from our fabulously rich 
	musical archive is Grace 
	Boutilier, performing live on 
	The Great Eastern in 1958.  
	Cole Porter?s ?From This 
	Moment On.?