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The tempest
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I think we’ve heard you say that before this just gives you room for another conquest.
I’m not what women call “relationship material", I know that. I am having the odd twinge of sadness but I can’t be what she wants, and I just keep upsetting her, so let’s stop doing that.
Ah now, The R– G–… a wonderfully Draconian 3-storey affair if memory serves. A rather cheeky pint of Guinness on a Wednesday during the open mic evenings. Jazz, manic piano, sadly no bagpipes caterwauling above the calls for radical reform, social change and the need to pish sitting down as well as many other obsequious talents gathering within its red-carpeted underbelly. Accompanied by cheap booze and a cheese-topped jacket spud, the warmth usually brings in the brightly coloured-sweater brigade, one or two goths and of course the occasional debt collecting Scot looking for outstanding non-secured loans from wapperjawed academics still high on catnip.
My associates were once offered a collection of books on nautical maps by way of payment by a young Indian woman with a proclivity for nibbling on other young women’s earlobes. After a brief phone call to establish the value and authenticity of said nautical documents, an extraction of goods was made in favour of exercising the ritual of dharna.
That was about it in an earlier reincarnation. It’s a bit of a strange hybrid pub now. I rarely go in there (3.40 / pint!) and can be a bit laddish at times, but these tough guy macho shouty men run a mile when they see people dancing. Have never had my ear nibbled in there by comely Indians though.
Hope you turned a profit on the maps.
P.S. Don’t want the pub finding me so I’ve abbreviated the name of it.
When I read your view of love, I feel like a religious person trying to explain faith to a non-believer.
I don’t think loving someone is necessarily a rapturous loss of self, perhaps it’s just seeing the world in the light of someone else, with them as a point of reference.
I’m glad you danced in the pub. It should be encouraged.
Homer: That’s a good analogy. I could only ever “fall in love” as a form of revelation, in that sense of something happening that fundamentally alters the way one sees the world and one’s place in it. Everyone says “ah, but when you fall for someone, you’ll think differently.” Well I’ll be fifty soon and it never happened to me in my twenties so I doubt it’s going to happen now.
GB: That’s why I won’t ever have that experience: I’m too self-centred.
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