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  Thu 16th June 2011

Went for a pub tea in Morecambe with Denise. Black pudding, fried egg, and salad. Bit of a bodge job of a meal, thought it would come with some vegetables. Denise is my former work colleague from Bloom and Doom to whom Frances sent some unpleasant texts from my phone after she went paranoidially through it one night and discovered the flirty texts which Denise and I exchange.

I don't know if it was the new local cider that we were drinking, but I got talking about Seriouscrush for a bit and nearly felt tearful, telling Denise that had Seriouscrush chosen me I'd have been able to say honestly, that she's the most beautiful woman in the world, that I desire her solely, and that I would be hers, and that I would belong to her.

Denise was going to her church singing practice at 8pm. We walked up to the building, at which I wondered. 1837 but it looked earlier. A group of teenagers had congregated at the entrance for an evening out spitting. Denise invited me in to have a look round. Her fellow singers were all from one family. Dad was strapping on an electric guitar.

I'd missed the bus back home, so I walked back along the prom a few stops until the next one. The skies of Morecambe Bay, grey and metallic, with infinitely graduated light, the thousands of wormcasts on the wetted monochrome shore. It had a slow, sad beauty, and I missed Seriouscrush and imagined walking with her looking at this, holding her hand, feeling every millimetre of her touch, saying nothing, saying everything.

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