A stranger gives me a new drug

Awww…. Trina!!

Are you taking over ‘Gran’s’ flat do you think?

Sx

I know. But if you don’t feel it, there’s nothing more can be done.

And yes, there’s been a corpse dragged out of my flat. That’s the only reason you’d give up an assured tenancy, surely?

You know reading these posts it’s almost impossible to keep up with all the women you’re involved with you lucky bastard!!! lol!! Congrats on the “shag pad” though, once you take up residence i’m sure you’ll make it your own…

Good news on the “new drug” as well, i’m way down the list here in the States seeing that i’m healthy and apparently “young” though i’d say my gig as the shopping serf should bump me up the list as i could be classified as a quasi-front line worker but i believe that will fall of deaf ears, with my spring soccer travels coming up though i’m a bit nervous but one must be brave to be a soccer mom! Keep up the good work my friend!

Oh yes you surely deserve it soon, delivering the meals and things to people stuck inside.

Honestly kono, it sounds better than it is. With Sexy Ex Boss it’s just flirting, although it’s a bit borderline sometimes, seeing she’s married. Hayley is sextastic-looking in her miniskirts and superb tits, but too wrapped up in herself. We’ve had sex once but had anything continued I’d have been a mixture of a banker and a social worker, which would have been a bit difficult for a selfish person on just above the minimum wage.

Mel’s the lass I actually have sex with, and she’s more amenable to my suggestions.

I hope your turn with the jab comes round soon. It was a great feeling walking out of that clinic the other week, that there might be a bit of light at the end of this dismal tunnel.

Don’t you worry my good Sir, i have my scorecard and know which lady friend is which, i just find it fascinating how many women you have in your orbit you sexy beast ;)

Being healthy and with no underlying conditions (that i know of) i have a feeling i’m down the list a ways, it’s cool, i’ll wait my turn and be careful in the meantime, the main reason i want it is so that i can take chase a bit of tail and not have to worry about getting sick, lol!! I’m a selfish prick but at least i’m honest, haha!!

I’m not sure anyone who, despite very little help from other person there, conducts himself at home the way you do, especially in regards to your sons – can be described as selfish.

Bored plants. You’ve still got the touch, you son-of-a-gun.

I got two GREAT apartments in NYC because the previous tenants died of AIDS. The first one I moved into still had a large store of medication in the refrigerator.

I have terrible cabin fever. I’m losing my mind. We just had a major snowstorm, 17 inches!, which isn’t helping matters. But your prose always lands me in a better place.

Oh dear! That’s funny but sad at the same time. Never mind, a flat in NYC is not to be sniffed at.

IKWYM about cabin fever. Ten days was enough for me.

Thank you. I will endeavour to write more, as a social service :)

Well Looby this is fascinating and involving as ever, so I don’t know where to start (let alone finish).. so I will limit myself to offering the observation that a book on ‘The History Of Corridors’ sounds like exactly the sort of thing a man of your particular sub-stream of erudition should be associating themselves with, and if anything I am only surprised that you haven’t got in there first and written the damn thing yourself. I definitely think you could knock out a serviceable sequel and the nicotine-stained passageways, byeways and thoroughfares of your soon-to-be new socially-subsidsed abode sound like a promising setting for a contemporary update on such a promising theme. Sure as hell sounds like it could get a little steamy in there at intervals, play it down as you will (you game old codger you)!

Thank you Jonathan. I’m sure there’ll be no shortage of material from the in-corridor Wednesday afternoon socials.

(For some reason b2e isn’t letting me do an a href, saying the “a” is illegal) but Corridors: Passages of Modernity, by Roger Luckhurst is one of those fascinating works of social and psychological history that shed a light on a space in our daily lives rarely talked about but in which we spend a lot of our time. I asked for it as a Christmas present as I’m guessing it’s a thirty-quidder.