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- Annie
- My haphazard, erratically updated blog about printmaking. Recent posts are for the Critical Debates module on MA Printmaking at Middlesex University
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What Goes On by The Beatles or What Goes On by The Velvets?
(Typical boy. Don't give a flip about your emotional state, just want to check out your CD collection.)
It was by the Velvets. I forgot there was a Beatles What Goes On. *mutters, typical boy*.
Tim, as you are in Thailand, it's clearly your DUTY to put a pin in the Guest Map. (Same for anybody else reading this. Slackers.)
Yes, Miss. All done, Miss. Will also arrange a postcard when I can find something suitably garish. Will a ladyboy do?
Thanks! You get a gold star.
Um. How about a nice buddha or a temple instead? It may be a little early on in their education to tackle issues such as the ladyboys' transgression of socially constructed gender roles...
Annie darling,
We're never too old for this shit.
Your friend in the North.
DF
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Ah, thank you Dan. I feel 16 again...
Golfers talk about the joy of the game is that one perfect shot. And golfers will have 100000 bad shots to hit it just right that one time. Sounds mad but they do (I'm not a golfer, but all golfers talk like this0.
Dates and crushes are the same. The turning up by ourselves with Frankenstein hair at random pubs with dodgy excuses is worth it for when it goes right, and all the more respect to you for doing it.
Dan's right, we're not to old. And go you for trying. Far better to be the one who tries than to become cynical and sad.
Although next time check the name of the pub first :-)
Yeah,
I agree with Adrian about the hair thing. Was at a mates 50th last night, hair gelled, cool shirt, hair gelled, went to the loo (was a bit tiddly), fuck me hair taken on shape of 50's bouffant and no amount of re tufting made it better. I looked like Bill fucking Clinton! Decided only solution was become more drunk so no longer cared. Gave up all thoughts of romance presuming most women, nay all women would be aghast at conservative locks.
Woke up this morning, hair flat down one side, slaver all over pillow and crusted on face, mouth that even caged birds would think beneath them. Lucky I was alone, really.
Adrian, I appreciate your comment, especially as it probably hurts you to type (Adrian broke a bone skiing ladies and gentlemen, crazy black-run daredevil that he is). Yup, she who dares wins and all that - probably a good thing though, as I was drunkety drunk drunk...
Dan, ha! It's an irrestistible picture you paint. Though you know, it works for Bill. He's always been successful with the ladeez...
Annie, actually it's the other way round. Without being sad and pathetic I can't quite explain how good it is you went to the bar. Makes me feel like less of a fool for every time I have done something silly or walked to a place on the off chance of some insane scenario happening on my head. I mean in my head.
And it does hurt, but for you, anything.
Romance, I'd go around the world for romance, Annie.
Nobody's too old for that shit. You just get on with it; it'll be worth it sooner or later.
But Adrian's right. Research first: preparation is key to good spontaneity...
Adrian, I have insane scenarios to spare, just don't usually write about them here... Aw. Bet you say that to all the girls.
GG, when you say it like that - and it was only a walk around the block.
QE- maybe that's where it's going wrong ;-)
Natalie, where were you when I needed you? (are you another of those mysterious ones who blocks their profile...?)
Ah, that Natalie! Hello!
I like your story Natalie, don't apologise! Nothing like someone having a crush on you to put a spring in your step, hey? Or having a crush on someone.
I'm working in the wrong industry for it sadly - of the 1% of male primary teachers, 80% are gay, 10% are married, and the other 10% are Kiwi, Aussie, South African or Canadian and about to leave for a better climate very soon. (My own empirically-gathered statistics).
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