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looby [Visitor] in response to: I am pleased that there is nothing to do in Appleby

Tue, 23 Aug 2016 06:34:43 +0000

Sorry for the late replies Exile and Kono. I’m having major computer problems still. I can only get it to work when running off a USB stick, which moves at a snail’s pace. Even opening the menu, you’ve got enough time to go and make a cup of tea before it responds.

Exile – I’ve no idea why you think your presence would ruin everything for us. We’re not *that* interested in you! :) If ever you manage to get over here, you’re being dragged to a proper northern pub, believe me. That goes for you as well Kono.

kono – It’s not too bad in Lancaster. I’ve spent years cultivating the wrong company and as long as we don’t shout about it, we can share tales of our larks fairly freely. The one topic I never broach, except with Kitty, is Wendy. It’s too close. Even talking about her makes me want her more, followed immediately by feelings of stupidity and hopelessness.

kono [Visitor] in response to: I am pleased that there is nothing to do in Appleby

Mon, 22 Aug 2016 13:09:16 +0000

Funny when i read this as i was in the middle of a post that addresses the same thing, attempting to find a common interest among the “normal” people, here in the burbs i can’t just bust into a diatribe on the various strains of ganja i enjoy or my love of cunnilingus or my love of vinyl records and independent rock and roll and while i’m a personable curmudgeon i find myself more and more avoiding these situations if at all possible, though with two boyos to cart around to various practices/games/events it becomes increasingly difficult…

as for Wendy, she has become the sacred white rhino and you the big game hunter, you are desperate to shag, i mean bag, the white rhino, it has become a quest with an almost Don Quixote quality to it but i do enjoy reading about it, i quite understand the feeling as i’m sure most sentient beings do…

I remember a pub in Kent where the barmaid kept smiling at me, she finally told me she loved my accent, i miss the pubs across the pond.

Exile on Pain Street [Visitor] in response to: I am pleased that there is nothing to do in Appleby

Thu, 18 Aug 2016 16:44:44 +0000

A knackered hard drive is an excellent lesson in Zen detachment.

I hope your daughter doesn’t read this or that you let on that you were wearingly bored. You can’t unring that bell.

I am forever scrounging around for common threads with which to build a conversation at the suburban meet-ups my wife drags me to. What am I doing out there, anyway?

You’d better find a way to post those pics. It’s not much of your audience to ask, is it?

I would love to sit in a Northern England pub and just listen but my presence there would ruin everything for everyone.

Don’t kid yourself, brother. Wendy loves those texts. They won’t lead to anything but she’ll welcome them nonetheless.