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I always loved it when women would tell you how much better you could do with than the current one you were chasing, my response was the same as yours, except usually i’d add that if they’d like to sleep with me instead than say the word, sometimes that actually worked…
Under the Volcano is brilliant, i’ve read it three times and it gets better every time…
and laughed out loud at the toilet roll trick, i used to check the back of the tops of the toilet tanks and in the place where i’d hang with the drag queens the men’s toilet had a little shelf, sometimes there would actually be lines still laid out that people forgot, needless to say they didn’t go to waste…
Yes, I did think of saying to the barmaid, “well, do you want me then?”
Great recommendation then kono, your approval adds more to my anticipation of it. It’s fucking great getting back into reading.
And yes, I’ve found all sorts in The Shipbuilder’s Armpit. I found a dropped bag of about a 1/3rd gram of charlie in the loo once, and went back down, having stuck the lot up my hooter, and my friend said “I’m fucking pissed off, I can’t find my fucking charlie.”
I dreamt about you last night. No, not in that way.
I was staying with you and a man and woman in their 20s started banging on your window. You asked me to tell them you weren’t in and hid under a blanket in the corner of the room. Unfortunately the top of your head was clearly visible, so the game was up. The woman got really cross with me for lying and I said “Alright love, it’s not like I killed a baby!”
Wanting to defuse the tension I offered to make everyone a brew (feeling acutely self-conscious for appropriating that Northern expression)… and then the poodle jumped on my face and woke me up.
Fucking hell, oh dear me.That made me laugh.
Was it a real poodle?
I had this weird dream the other night where I was in The Shipbuilder’s Armpit and the landlady – who wears really good shirts and who is a little bit fanciable – in my dream there was this moment where I was with her and she wanted to be taken home, and I took her by the hand in the pub, leading her somewhere, and we stood still for a minute (or an hour) with her feeling wanting to be loved.
It was really meaningful.
Fuck it, I don’t know.
Unlike you two big brains, I tried Under the Volcano but it bounced off my skull. Kono read it three times and I couldn’t get through it once! Okay for you guys.
I’m really enjoying it so far. It’s intense and atmospheric, and of course, I don’t find it difficult to relate to the figure of a man who is unravelling his own life at the end of a bottle.
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