# beat us with a french stick but don't call us leonard a deep northern endland suburban surirrealist classic as performed by researcher welsh alongside dr. orloff krankenwagen at university this was while they were living in a student accommodation rent cube in town in which researchers henry swanson and scarf ona wire walk into front room after visiting town only to discover the other two researchers engaged in raw unrefined 'big science' this is what they witness upon entering: welsh is standing on the chair bent over while the good doctor slowly beats ir behind with a semi fresh locally purchased artisan french bread stick welsh in response repeatedly shouts: don't call me leonard only swanson reacts totally deadpan smiles and says: oh high there fellas an amusing and surprising experimental scenario with its implied existential spontaneity it brings light and air into the existential room once again for a small moment out of backwater island time beaches spring forth from beneath the weary flagstones and realer more surreal life opens up to sudden ambient delight truer strangeness seems possible and essential again some real situationist dada right there researcher all it took was a stiff french loaf and the collective unfulfilled symbolic imagination of entire generations of quiet smart trouble makers and sarcastic iconoclasts // republic of bob