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  Mon 13th April 2015

Wilma's in a bad way again with her drinking, and is almost becoming annoying, with the stuck record of her woes, in between bouts of crying. I went round to hers because she's run out of money, and I lent her twenty quid; we started on the sherry at 9.45. The other day, down the pub, she won £100 on a scratchcard. Like all decent depressives, she made the worst of it, saying that she owes her daughter £60, it'll soon be gone, hundred quid's nothing these days, and so on.

"Look Wilma, you've got a good job, your own house, a car, some very loyal friends, and you've just won a hundred quid. Fuck's sake love, how much better has it got to get?" I went to the bar and the landlady said "Doing your social worker bit again I see, looby."

Kitty was more enjoyable company the night before. She said that Wendy's Somewhat Controlling Husband was saying that he's thinking of leaving her, but apparently he often says this without acting on it. Kitty said that their relationship is sexless. I know that often happens after a while but how you would not want to fuck Wendy, in and out of her gorgeous secondhand dresses, which are just aching to be slowly unzipped, I do not know. I bumped into them again this afternoon and we sat in a beer garden for a couple of hours. As Wendy went to the bar, Kitty said "I can read your mind." "She'd be better off with me. She could have complete freedom and abject poverty."


Morgane suggested we have a dinner party as compensation for the Lancaster episode of Come Dine With Me getting shelved. I made Sussex Pond Pudding from a Saturday Kitchen Live recipe. Basically you bake two lemons inside a steamed suet pudding. I found some unwaxed organic Amalfi lemons in Booths and no I don't care how poncy that sounds. When you cut into it the juice and liquid sugar pour out and surround the pudding with a lemony pond. It's absolutely delicious, and could serve as a useful blood-clotting agent if required.

We got through what I thought was a modest amount of cider and wine. Next morning, Morgane said "I just can't keep up with your drinking." I didn't tell her that before the party Trina had had a bottle and one glass of wine and I'd had possibly five pints.


I got a message on the dating site -- the first for months. It's from a woman thirteen years younger than me, in a polyamorous marriage, who said that she likes "well-written smut." The spark from seeing a message appear is quite addictive. We've learned that we both know Chris, and she says I know her husband, although I can't place him from the name. Chris gave her an excellent reference. We keep it in the family up here.


My débâcle at the rave night is compounded. I got a phone call on Sunday morning from Morgane, saying that the police had been round wanting to talk to me, but assuring her that it was "nothing serious". I went back to mine. Morgane watched me intently as I read the letter "inviting" me to a "voluntary" interview in connection with the fact that "you were found in possession of class A controlled drugs on 15th February 2015." I had to improvise. "Oh, they want me to come in because I might have been witness to something."

It's just a very small amount of e and acid; I'll have to admit to it. Optimistically, a caution; perhaps, a fine. Pessimistically, local readers of this blog may enjoy tittering at the sight of me wearing a hi-vis jacket with the slogan "Community Payback" emblazoned on its back, before we are herded on to the miscreants' minibus, which takes us off to redecorate a youth club.

9 comments

Comment from: smallbeds [Visitor]

Personally, I like the idea of you personally being Community Payback. Payback for what, I’m not sure, but communities have done some pretty awful things in their time. Just look at The Crucible.

(Good luck, anyway.)

Mon 13th April 2015 @ 21:00

Wendy should just chuck her husband. Guys like that who play games don’t deserve a woman. And you’d get get tired of Wendy. It’s human nature. She might prefer complete freedom + abject poverty as compared to what she’s got now. You should ask her.

I’m good for two drinks. Maybe three. Then I’m fast asleep or bored out of my mind. I’d be a bad night out for you.

That spark from seeing a message appear is called endorphins.

Can you post a photo of you in your Community Payback duds?

Tue 14th April 2015 @ 12:10
Comment from: [Member]

Thanks SB, it’ll be fine.

I like the idea of an inverted Community Payback – I imagine an unmarried mother cradling her baby as she herds an entire village’s population out of their houses in 50s Ireland.

EoPS – yes she should. She has to really argue and campaign to get a night off. He’s very reluctant to let her go out and we always have to pretend that it’s only her and Kitty, no-one else. I don’t really want to take Wendy on. Not with a young daughter. Be nice if she could get rid of Slightly Controlling Husband and we could see each other though. I mean, “see” each other.

“Duds” – well, I get it from context I suppose :) And of course there’d be a photo. Even I would find that amusing.

Tue 14th April 2015 @ 13:03
Comment from: Leni Qinan [Visitor]

I’d love to see that pic too.

Btw, what is “e"?

Tue 14th April 2015 @ 14:42
Comment from: [Member]

Are there’s me thinking you were a woman of the world. But there’s more than one world, and it can’t all be mine. I mean Ecstasy, MDMA, pills.

Tue 14th April 2015 @ 16:47
Comment from: Leni Qinan [Visitor]

Thank you for enlightening me.

Me a woman of the world? No dear, I’m just a city girl from the South Sandwich Islands (you know, that country down south in the back arse of nowhere). We don’t even have drugs.

Wed 15th April 2015 @ 22:31
Comment from: [Member]

wait a minute - Trina? She’s come round again, or did you run into her somewhere?

Sun 19th April 2015 @ 22:41
Comment from: furtheron [Visitor]

Just ask Wendy outright - why not? May not last long but you both may well enjoy the brief ride

Tue 21st April 2015 @ 15:50
Comment from: [Member]

Hi everyone – sorry, been away.

But Leni, coffee counts.

DF – I’ll explain more fully next time. Well, time after next time. We had a holiday pre-arranged and decided to go on it.

F – yes, could do. Just for an affair – I don’t really fancy taking on, in different ways, Slightly COntrolling Husband, or her daughter. And another thing is that I haven’t picked up on any attraction from her side. She likes the tezt banter, which does get slightly saucy at times.

I hope she wouldn’t be a brief ride though. I like it to go for a few hours at least.

Sun 26th April 2015 @ 04:02


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