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The Empty Quarter
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I just finished a god awful book that was actually a Pulitzer finalist. Why do I persist with terrible literature? You’re obligated because of a book club but I had no call to continue to the bitter end but I did, anyway.
I love the pic and the exchange with the local. Nice little slice-o-life in my morning.
Yes, I read your post about it. Kate Atkinson turns my brain to mush.
And thanks!
“It’s like reading a digest of Facebook comments.”
Hilarious. I’m going to use that.
Nice story Cliff, The Grapes looks so very English, nestled into it’s surroundings. Good beer?
Actually you mention at the end of texting Trina to express your appreciation of her beauty, and that’s what worries me.
How much emotion are we allowed to pour into a text message?
At what point does it become imperative to switch to voice contact?
I’m still relatively new to this txting game so would appreciate guidance on the new social mores from you more experienced philanderers.
BTW If you look at Google maps for Croston, they’ve got the grapes in the wrong place.
Thanks J. BTW, I’ve given up commenting on your blog as my comments never get through to you for moderation, as we;ve discussed before. But just to let you know I read everything, even if it is without visible feedback.
TSB: Apostrophes, Sgt., aspostophes!
Beer in the Grapes was good without being outstanding but Croston’s a great place to drink and the craic in the last one, the Lord Nelson, was great.
Texting–you can make an advantage of the distance that texting affords. Sometimes, as with Denise, (a cock-hardening voluptuous redhead lovely-arsed pencil-skirted sex kitten with whom I will never have physical sex), it gives you the chance to be more explicit than you would be in real life – not out of using text as a shield, but for concrete reasons–in my case, because I’m old enough to be her dad and she has a boyfriend, I’m with Trina, and our friends would never get on with each other. It’s a form of play without having to do anything about it.
I never rely on Google maps. viamichelin.com is better since they just copy OS maps and road atlases.
Sorry to go on.
Can’t comment keeps saying illegal content
So I can say that not what I want… what the hell!
The huge sign ruins the view!
Stupid spam filter!
Emotionally Weird is one of the few books I gave up on halfway through.
Sorry Furtheron. I’m having a lot of trouble with the comments lately. Could you send the comment to me and I’ll try to find out what’s wrong?
H: Glad someone else has trouble with her. It’s like being collared by the pub bore who’s got a “funny” story.
always delightful to learn that the rubberwear is entirely optional. enjoyed this post - for the photo, and the scenes generated through the words…
I was also forced to read Kate Atkinson by a book club. These days, they know not to foist such stuff on me, I’ll only spoil it by turning up and explaining why it is godawful cack.
I’m putting a ban on KA ever being in my house again. I’ve add her brain-sapping crap to the charity shop pile.
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