Untransfigured Night

‘I can’t depend on an illegal tenure that relies on them maintaining their relationship’. Looking back on the last few posts Looby I’d say that is an absolutely sound judgement. I’d also worry for you (really) getting drawn into Harry and Hayley’s crack-world, you were just saying how that particular drug is an expensive (you didn’t add, massively dangerously addictive, but isn’t that also the case?) waste of time, and I think again you were right there.

I do also recognise Looby that the other choice of the Lovely House falls short of ideal, maybe in some significant ways… But for their faults they sound like kind people, if they weren’t, that bridge would have stayed burnt.

I really hope you don’t mind me being as direct as this Looby, as I really value our blog-friendship… But I’d just say there are very good reasons why you feel uncomfortable about taking H and H up on their offer, and when you feel strong enough that tricky conversation about them laying down the DIY tools they’ve got out in preparation for you, is one you’re just going to need to have. If they value your friendship, they will understand and respect your choice.

(OK…and breathe!….)

Jonathan – you’re talking nothing but good sense as usual, although given the portentuous preamble in the penultimate paragraph, I was expecting something a bit more less reasonable :)

I don’t get the addictive qualities of crack, but for a person who has very little spare money each week, the problem is that I am socially obliged to chip in with purchases I can’t afford. Even if I could, I still think it’s a waste of money. I’d honestly rather get us a couple of decent bottles of claret.

I’ll have to ring or go round to them today, since this is the day I’m moving back to The Lovely House. I understand how I have blotted my copy book in their eyes (and I won’t labour the point that it’s irrational for them to be happy for me to work in a hospital but not see my friends), but they’ve extended an olive branch here. I’m grateful to them for that, and willing to accept it.

In some cultures, tossing a plastic disc to and fro is foreplay.

I concur with Jonathan but was too cowardly to say anything myself. Too afraid of looking like a busy body. Please take care of yourself. It’s a slippery slope, even for an old pro.

Wot they said above.
I’m even more of a coward. I’m pleased you are going back to The Lovely House.
Sxx

Ha ha Exile – that was better for me having to think about it for a sec.

Please – anyone – don’t ever be afraid of giving me advice. My own steering is a bit unreliable at times.

It’s probably nothing serious Looby maybe just the bearings on your front axle. The good news is there’s no need to bolster the coffers of Kwikfit, your regular comment box mechanics provide a full diagnostic service, and for what I believe is termed ‘mates rates’. Ie you’ll buy me a pint when this is over…

Yes, I think I was losing a couple of ballbearings there, but it’s good to know I’m in such safe hands. And that’s a deal… as long as we don’t do anything silly. Like stop at just the one.

I’ll just echo the above mate, be careful, i loved rock when i first tried, egads that’s over twenty years ago now, i saw how addictive it could be, you actually commented on a post years back when i wrote about the basing with the Hippie Jack and two young ladies. And good move and going back to the house, Hayley and Harry will most likely be a train wreck one way or the other, best not to be anywhere near the tracks when it happens.

And from experience i know that sooner or later they’ll need money for rock and you’ll be hit up, berated if you don’t give them dosh, reminded about all the times they spent money on it, the sooner you ditch that scene the better. As you know, i speak from experience ;)

Yes kono – that’s already been happening in a way. I don’t want to join in with it but for as long as I was living there it was very difficult to refuse. I really cannot, on 30 hours on the minimum wage, afford crack.

It was fun while it lasted, but what an expensive form of fun. And also – and I blame no-one but myself – I’ve ended up losing a week;s work as an indirect result of being there. It can only get worse.

Back in quiet suburbia now with the cats and the old people :)