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I can't remember! That place in Powys!
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I get very uncomfortable around “crying drunks". Unless they’ve suffered a genuine recent bereavement I prefer to give them a wide berth
It’s all self pity by people haven’t known the half of what many people have gone through without complaining about it.
Does the kinky Glaswegian like girls? Just askin’… for a friend, you see…
Turns out, “Bleurrrrrrgh!” is also a terrible safe-word.
I just now had the opportunity to read your previous post (bloody children demand my attention!) and it was a fantastic travelogue. Well done, sir!
All those lovely glances amongst strangers will soon disappear thanks to social media and iPhones. Walk into any U.S. pub and you’ll see folks with their stupid faces buried in their mobile devices.
Ah. Fitbit. Another trip to Google.
Don’t forget to post the picture of you astride the rubble. In the meantime, I’ll contact Christie’s. Perhaps they can fit it in time for Tuesday’s auction. Will $300,000 be sufficient?
@daisy: Honey, you make me laugh.
It was nice of that Glasgow man to protect you from Kate. I hope you thanked him.
In that situation in a pub, my paranoid tendancies interpret such looks as “I wonder if that guy would buy me a pint?”
I get exhausted just reading about your intensive social life.
The Prof sounds good; a bit desperate, therefore with a better chance of a score. Just make sure she’s a fitbit and not a fatbit hahaha. Sorry.
Liverpool Lass sounds exciting.
The Christian is just going to try and convert you, I just know it.
The Sheffield nurse likes one of your parts? Respect!
Tg\he Glasgow Girl?…Why aren’t you going back to Glasgow immediately?
Oh.
Sorry.
You are. I envy you the Bruckner, but I hope you have time for a side trip to meet the kinktastic kracker.
I didn’t know that Mrs Unpronouncable Welsh name is into bondage? You lucky devil.
The days of self-pity fueled by a good few pints of the old black stuff from Dublin - frankly I never felt better than when wallowing in that pit of self-induced lunacy. See it would start out - his or her it their or its fault, then it would grow and get into well they all have it in for me then it’d be soon into the but that is because I’m such a low person they are bound to … etc. etc. And all the time I want you to say “No - hey - you are the greatest, the best, no-one better, you really are the greatest undiscovered genius on the planet"… holy cow - the ego the size of Jupiter and a self worth approaching absolute zero - what a self-destructive coupling…
You did well to get extricate yourself from that lot…
I’ll continue to wait for the next installment in Looby’s adventures soon… :-)
Daisy–that’s very funny! The mind boggles :)
TSB: Prof sounds a bit like Gillian (the posh one) at the moment. Intellectual, careful, “nice"–i.e., boring. But we’ll give her a run out and she how she goes.
F: You’ve captured my acquaintance exactly, Another one of her predictable second bottle of wine themes is how she wants to be loved and “treated right". She’s got absolutely no fucking chance of finding anyone to love her in her present her state. They’ll just take advantage of her neediness and drunkenness to shag her. She is one of these women who want a lover as a social worker.
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