Fri 10th December 2010

I'm writing this now partly because if I watch more of the propaganda that passes for news nowadays (about the student protest) I'll have to go down the police station and stuff some paraffin soaked rags through the letterbox. The best thing about it was the slogans that the students had made up, one of which is the subject heading for this post.

I've had my girls for five days this week and neglected the washing of clothes, the tidying up, and everything that didn't absolutely needed to get done at that precise moment. I accidentally sent Julie to school without her drink one day, although that's an improvement on the time when they were younger and needed help to get dressed and I sent Melanie to school without any knickers on.

I emailed Frances (the sexiest 56-year-old I've ever met), saying we should probably cut out the sex bit and carry on as friends. I'm seeing her next Wednesday for a bit of a Christmas drinkies / meal thing. As much as I fancy her, I don't want the dull, circular conversation which rakes pointlessly over "us" that I have to nod my head through in order to get her clothes off. The women who want relationships with me (Felicity) I don't want one with them, and vice versa (Linda). Linda was never interested in me, but now she's met a Swedish economics professor and that seems to be going quite well. Damn. I mean, I'm very pleased for them.

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Comment from: heybartender [Visitor]

I wonder if your propaganda machines are worse than ours? Out of curiosity, are you able to pick up F0X news there? I like to call it Faux News. If it weren’t for NPR and Jon Stewart, I think I would be asking your advice on how best to soak those rags as thoroughly as possible, and what’s the most effective way to get the most rags through the letterbox.
In other news, that’s really too bad about Linda.

Wed 15th December 2010 @ 00:02

Comment from: [Member]

We can’t get Fox but we hear lots about it. The thing was, I was watching the BBC, and there was nothing but the police’s point of view coming across.

It’s a shame about Linda but it was never going to happen. God, it’s a bloody miracle anyone ever meets anyone.

Wed 15th December 2010 @ 13:10

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