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  Wed 29th October 2014

Trina drove my Mum back to Middlesbrough and collected me from there. Around Tebay we got a text from Chris wondering if we were out, and we had a testy couple of hours down the pub. It was easy to predict what would happen once the social brake of having Chris there was released. Chris is the wrong person for Trina to talk to about sex. Obliquely referring to the content of my steamy letter to Donna that she read the other day, she said "Yes but you just feel treated like a prostitute." "Oh yes please," replied Chris. Trina went to the loo and Chris said "She loves you." "Well, I can't help that."

Back at mine, we went searching again for something I'd dearly like to find. I deliberately set Trina to have a look through the kitchen shelves, on which is a jumble of letters, cards and paraphernalia.

It worked. She came up to my room waving a postcard Donna sent me from Paris, which she'd made from a picture of herself. "I know why," she said, about to lose control. "She looks like Kirsty. That's why -- she looks like Kirsty." I didn't look round, didn't look at the flapping picture of Donna. "Could you put that postcard back where it came from please?"

I heard her close the front door. An hour later, she sent a series of texts, one of which said "You are a cold-hearted, selfish perv." "I agree with your assessment of me. When you're sober let me know what we're going to do."

The following day she emailed saying that she'd still like to go dancing "as long as you haven't found anyone else by then." I replied saying that I was very pleased she'd said that and that I look forward to our Winter programme. As long as I manage her, she's fine.




Can't see us getting much of a swerve on at Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival, but we're also booked into a full afternoon in which the Arditti String Quartet play a demanding programme of the complete string quartets of James Dillon, with a two hour break in the middle in which I'm going to have a couple in one of the finest cities for real ale in the north. At the end, I want to feel fucked, by intense chamber music.

I'm going over the day before for a concert entitled EEEEE, which stands for Early English Experimentalism (played by the) Edges Ensemble. I am going to enter into the spirit of things by taking some e shortly before it starts.


When I got back from Middlesbrough there was a letter from the solicitors.

"Regrettably"?

10 comments

Comment from: Suzy Southwold [Visitor]

I veer between immense sympathy for Trina - unrequited love is never easy - and thinking “Have you no self-respect at all, woman?”

Thu 30th October 2014 @ 07:49
Comment from: [Member]

If this were a talentless soap opera, or we a minor deity, a new character might be in the offing. But.

Thu 30th October 2014 @ 09:19
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

I have precisely the same view of Trina, Suzy. It’s not the most dignified way to carry on, and I think she thinks she can change me.

This character won’t be killed off for a bit but she’ll be finding work elsewhere I hope.

Thu 30th October 2014 @ 10:22

What kind of paraphernalia? That’s the story within the story. Your “managing” her is going to become exhausting. If it isn’t already.

“I hope you are happy.” That’s nice. Are you?

Thu 30th October 2014 @ 10:59
Comment from: [Member]

No, the paraphernalia is just that – sunglasses, measuring cups, a jeweller’s knife, a tube of wasabi paste, post-it notes…

Trina-management will involve cutting down what we do together to those situations in which it can’t go wrong.

So:
No sex
No sleeping together
No drinking beyond 1 or 2 drinks
No long periods spent with each other in which we are just conversing
And preferably – having other people around at the same time.

But going out dancing and to concerts should be OK.

Happiness – as Eleanor Roosevelt, I think it was, said (from memory – I can’t find it on a quick search) – if only we stopped trying to be happy we could all have a pretty good time.

Thu 30th October 2014 @ 11:23
Comment from: gossamer beynon [Visitor]

Oh dear, poor Trina.

That’s a lot of dancing !

Fri 31st October 2014 @ 13:13
Comment from: smallbeds [Visitor]

Oof. Well, a relief on the last point, anyway. I don’t know what to say about Trina. I suppose you’re never going to convince her to ditch the drama, so you just have to keep assessing whether or not it’s worth it. Which is, of course, enervating, and you really need all your energy for your sashays on the dance floor.

Fri 31st October 2014 @ 18:11
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

It’ll only end when she finds a new boyfriend, I think. Then she can conduct herself with a bit more self-respect, rather than trailing along after me all the time.

Sat 1st November 2014 @ 11:20
Comment from: [Member]

i am still amazed that Trina is still part of the cast of characters. i share Suzy’s point of view - ‘poor thing’ and ‘good god!’

Wed 5th November 2014 @ 01:19
Comment from: [Member]

It’s in her hands entirely. I’ve told her what’s on offer and it’s up to her.

Wed 5th November 2014 @ 12:09


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