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  Sat 28th January 2012

To the university to see Maelstrom Dance, in the company of two beautifully dressed women. Karen, PhDer and former lodger, who has decided never to buy any new clothes again, and who has the figure to fit tightly but sexily into her repertoire of beautiful old dresses; and Marianna, my former pupil, now also a PhDer. I had two jobs at Lancaster Girls' Grammar School: teaching music and controlling my eyes.

Marianna wears quiet blacks, greys and whites, colours with which an attractive middle aged woman can hardly go wrong. On the bus with her, I say "Have I told you about this woman in Leicester I'm seeing?" "Well, sort of, yes - you keep sending me texts meant for her."

They sat either side of me in the theatre's frigid bar. I like being seen out with them both. This is the kind of woman I know. Over-sexualised female undergraduates held handbags on the crook of their arm. Too-short acrylic miniskirts required constant tugging at the back.

Marianna and I went down Grad Bar afterwards. Beautiful well-kept beer from a bar that has achieved ten straight years in the Good Beer Guide. A cheerful but predictable band played the Led Zeppeling and Mötorhead covers for which the English have an endless appetite.

Marianna was talking about the Megaupload prosecution and the SOPA bill in the US. She was more informed about the arguments that I am. I just think the owner of Megaupload is ugly. I met a old uni pal who is doing a fascinating sounding PhD about the ethics of public surveillance, starting from Kierkegaard and Levinas. I like how, when drunk, he always forgets that he's told me several times to read Either/Or. "You must read Either/Or," he said. A little bit tipsy now myself, I smiled broadly, conveying the wrong meaning.

She doesn't like me being quiet for even a day or two. I sent her a brief email this morning with the subject "Silence Worry Avoidance Email" to reassure her about not reacting quickly enough to her email. An email that is so sexual and articulate, that I'll read it over and over again. But sometimes she makes me feel pressured into a quick reply. She wrote back saying that she hopes she's not starting to "feel a bit high maintenence."

"You are, a bit", I didn't say. "To the extent of having to remember to contact you at night and in the morning." When I'm turned on, I like it. It's more direct then. Sometimes though, I do it out of form, which is a shame because like all relationships, you start off by thinking "this is the one in which I will be honest."


Comment from: [Member]

for me, one of the major advantages of a longer-distance relationship is not having to muck about in the daily stuff…but then, my relationships are by definition a bit out there. but they are honest. i’m too fucking lazy at this point for dishonesty…

Sat 28th January 2012 @ 01:35


WTF is she? By context it might be Marianna or any one of your previous bits of steaming hot tottie *jealous to the Max*
but which one???

Anyway, down here in NZ where the Megaupload bandit actually lives, and there are serious questions on how this German, with a criminal record, got NZ citizenship so bloody quickly.
Money involved. What do you think?

Actually, anyone who goes by the name of Kim Dotcom, and installs inflatable T80s on his lawn can’t be all that bad.
Complete loony perhaps, but not bad, per se.

Sat 28th January 2012 @ 08:05
Comment from: [Member]

DF: At the moment, the distance feels more like a PITA than anything else, but I’m hoping I’ll come to see its advantages in time.

Sorry TSB - it’s M-A, my lass from Leics. And I’m sure money talks in “ethical” NZ as much as it does anywhere.

Sat 28th January 2012 @ 10:04
Comment from: nursemyra [Visitor]

“my lass from Leics” has a nice ring to it

Sat 28th January 2012 @ 11:57
Comment from: [Member]

It had a good ring at the time, but I can’t get the original out of my head: A Lassie from Lancashire

Sat 28th January 2012 @ 12:30
Comment from: young at heart [Visitor]

honesty……..that old chestnut….. yeah I distinctly remember fat-boy using the phrase ‘no secrets no lies what’s the point?’…… good luck, game on!!

Sun 29th January 2012 @ 10:54

There’s a thin line between “When I’m turned on, I like it” and “I do it out of form.” From that seed sprouts misgivings.

Hysterical article about the arrest of the Megaupload dude in the New York Times. They found him in a safe room under a table or something like that.

Mon 30th January 2012 @ 12:29
Comment from: ISBW [Visitor]

Isn’t ‘Silence Worry Avoidance Email’ a Fall album?

Thu 2nd February 2012 @ 08:26
Comment from: [Member]

He he - if it’s not, it should be :)

Thu 2nd February 2012 @ 08:34

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