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the noblest gestures are those that have no hope of ‘payback’. i hope you can find the owner of the prodigal homework.
It was less a noble gesture, than done partly to stick two fingers up at such a self-obsessed attitude (and one that doesn’t care about the appearance of the city she’s adopted).
Unless he is an extremely over paid footballer poncing about on a pitch and then only in Championship and above in this country an Alice band looks stupid no matter where… even then… Bob Latchford would never have worn one
Alice bands + women = from “attractively utilitarian” to “sexy way of arrangng hair to frame a pretty face".
Alice bands + men = from “wannabe Latino guitar-strumming knobhead from Doncaster” to “I’m 36 and still live with my Mummy".
And note the magisterial pronouncement on the subject in the OED: “A flexible band worn by women and girls [emphasis added] to hold back the hair.”
Stefan sounds such a cock… It wouldn’t be that hard to get other, less heat-profligate housemates would it?
A flat in London for £400? I was lucky to get a flat for that “where I live” back in 2006.
“Fourth day off the drink”
I may seem dense, and probably am, but why?
Are you doing some strange Lentern thing?
Have you adopteda sackcloth and ashes attitude to life?
Doctor’s orders? (odd, seeing the other “stimulants” you ingest
Skint??
Get rid of Stefan.. A simple allotment removal should do. Keep the acid bath in reserve.
Keep Csilla. I suggest a basement and manacles.
I’m really sorry, but all the arty-farty stuff went stratospheric. Did you actually say something or was it just the usual?
Homework?
No,no,no. The new pedadodgy refers to it as Home Learning!!
Where was the sex?
There’s got to be sex somewhere.
I was moaning to telling Kirsty all about this last night and she simply said “I don’t like him.” And she’s never met him.
I’m starting to wish they would go, and I’ll find a replacement for S, someone who is out of the house more. Maybe limit it to employed people next time, or postgrads, who tend to have this quaint old-fashioned idea that you go to Uni to study a subject in depth, rather than go on Facebook, dress in knicker skimming skirts, and make whole paragraphs out of the phrases “I was like” and “oh my God". (Bloody hell, I’m getting old).
I am off the drink because 1) I’ve had the runs lately. I ploughed my way through a single pint on Saturday afternoon, didn’t enjoy it, then had to leap up the pub’s staircase to the loo with the sprighliness of a young gazelle in order to avert an episode too awful to contemplate. 2) I am broke, due in no small part to a fucking heating bill for 418 pounds (up from 70 for the same quarter last year), a water bill (for 12 months) of 556, and a overdue tax return penalty of 100. You have to laugh otherwise you’d cry.
I agree TSB, not enough sex. But I’m working on it.
“The Judeo-Christian tradition posits an ontological separation…". Funny, a bloke in Hennigan’s Sports Bar there was just saying something similar earlier on. Not really.
Being off the drink… I recognise from my own (very few and far between, as if you didn’t know) exercises in prolonged sobriety the unavoidable downside.. the stretching-out of time as you realise, all too lucidly, the emptiness/ tediousness/ repetitiveness of the surrounding conversation, and the ineffectiveness of blackcurrant and soda-style drinks to provide an effective escape route.
You have hit the nail on the head there Jonathan. It is so boring being sober. It’s quarter to eleven on a Friday night and I have just had a glass of Vimto. I couldn’t live like this.
I come here to read what you’ve been up to………… and also to see what twistedscottishbastard has to say about it….
He should have a “Dear Twisted” column in a tabloid.
I do.
See
http://twistedscottishbastard.blogspot.co.nz/2010/10/aunty-twisteds-problem-page.html
or
http://twistedscottishbastard.blogspot.co.nz/2011/06/finer-points-of-social-etiquette-1.html
Happy reading you two lovely people you.
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