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"The best fucks are the mad ones"
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Re: Michael Caine’s freezing; somebody described it to me lately as “revoking their licence to fuck with your mind.” I think that takes a lot of practice in social freezing, also.
Happy birthday! Your title made me laugh out loud.
I have you to thank for the title!
Yes, it takes practice. Physical body training. She’s just now, in the last ten minutes, sent an email saying she lied about saying she didn’t like the sex and doing a come-hither thing about what we had planned to do tomorrow - which didn’t involve architectural or cultural pursuits. Anyway, it’s too late now. Something similar would only happen again. I can’t trust someone who combs through my phone and thensends jealous sexual texts to a good friend.
Good work ignoring her. That will drive her even more mad, of course, but so be it. Just forget she exists.
A happy birthday to you. I would certainly join you for a pint if I could. Instead I’ll raise my glass to you from here.
Thanks bartender!
BTW, Re your blog, I’m not ignoring you, it’s just that none of my comments ever seem to get past moderation! It started happening when I went to congrautulate you on getting the wine job. That didn’t appear and since then I don’t think anything’s got through.
Happy birthday from me as well Looby. And I do agree, that not-at-all-apology is too little, too late. I had been actually trying to see F’s side of it the first couple of posts being the seeing-the-best-in-everyone Guardian reader that I am… but the text stuff makes it clear this is a person absolutely to give the Michael Caine treatment, and not just until the dust settles, for the long haul.
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