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A nice Muriel
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Well, that was a waste of a weekend.
I would suggest that going to Glasgow at anytime is probably a mistake, unless you are a Glaswegian. Edinburgh is much more welcoming.
Melville was difficult. Give David Drake a go instead.
I don’t think Muriel wants to see you again.
The mention of David Drake reminds me of the abridged version of Moby Dick, Moby Duck. Available for bathrooms in yellow. ‘Call me Donald.’
Yes the lovely Scottish chaps one called me a c**t when I told him you didn’t want to walk from Euston to Wembley. Given how drunk he was then 5.30pm I doubt he saw much of the match!
Didn’t go well then the Scottish trip sadly for you.
For anyone as puzzled as I was by the waves of literary references here, Moby Duck is a much-praised book in which a man attempts to find the provenance of 28,000 rubber ducks which were washed up in Alaska, a book which was suggested from George’s tripping word-association following the author David Drake, “best known for his Hammer’s Slammers series of military science fiction.”
As soon as I can retrieve my phone from the pub in Glasgow where it is currently residing behind the bar, I’ll send her a friendly text. But yes, I strongly think that she’s not bothered (neither am I).
To continue the sea-faring theme…..plenty more fish in the sea ;)
( hope you survived the camping )
Oh dear, Plenty of Fish. I can still remember the woman from Blackpool (what a surprise) whose profile picture showed a wardrobe with glass door with ruched curtains over them. I still don’t understand what that meant, and don’t want to know.
Camping was cancelled, hurrah! It was pouring down.
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