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I liked it. Thanks for the tip. EDIT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXuGOCptSjs

Actually i may be doing womenkind a disservice. my girlfriends have never been what you'd call normal. I just get confused because every one of my friends seem to have similar issues. I conclude that we all date mentalists.

I deduce from this that you can't spit 25m?

Cool story. But I don't think Red China has such an easy-going attitude to random outbursts of fervour. Unless you include running people over as easy-going. I suppose it is if you are in a tank. EDIT: this from CNN

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7933171.stm My emphasis.

Completely by chance I've discovered trhough historical research that girlfriends were known as 'homework' by UK and commonwealth troops in WW2!

Unfortunately I can't go back to my old system of being a dashing young blade. Playboyism doesn't really work when you're fat. You need to be sort of lean and hungry looking. On the other hand I may make loud statements to the effect that I am refusing to get involved with any women again, which will provoke a huge flap, based on past experience.

I've just remembered the cure I mentioned for broken heartedness. Tomorrow I shall go out and buy a large packet of bad sausages and eat them. Hurrah! Tonight I am having chinese takeaway after having tidied up the house a bit. Cures can wait.

What's an ECL?

I still support the thirty something plan of GD. But I have to contradict my earlier comments that women in their thirties make sense. I'm beginning to think I should go back to my younger conviction that the only way to handle a successful relationship is to be as contradictory, confusing, and downright strange as the opposition. It seems as if the moment you lose the initiative you get nailed. Or not, as the case may be. I probably shouldn't hypothesise when I have only had 4 hours sleep in the last 48.

****ing hell! I have a god-daughter who's diabetic, so it's scary to hear it can just happen like that. What happened? And does it have anything to do with the tranny thread?

Was there a point to this?

It takes balls to dress up as a woman.

I blame BBC radio. I'm hungover this morning. I was pronounced 'charismatic' last night by one admiring female. My friends worked out something was up, although I'd not intended to talk about it. General sympathy and confusion.

She did text me. But we often go for a day or two just sending a text. I guess I should have explained that I often ring every day, but equally often don't. OK normally I'd send an email or a text or something, but FOUR DAYS? I mean, obviously, she's mad about it. But I don't really believe I'd ever have seen it coming. Anyway, I'm togged up, looking quite lean and streamlined. It's Friday. I'm off to meet my friends, eat some food, and possibly flirt a little. I'm NOT getting together or down with anyone, but I'm *taken from behind* if I'll sit about moping.

I'm not sure if that means you like it. I just listened to the album that's from and it was pretty forgettable. Of course, I am going senile.

Genius.

We've known each other for about five years. The occasional fling, then been going out about six months.

Tell me about it, brother. I just got dumped. After we spent the week together I didn't call for a couple of days, figuring she'd probably had enough of me for a while. She went off on one on day four, and accused me of being a typical lowlife scumbag. I was, needless to say, a bit shocked about this. So I denied anything was weird, and went quiet trying to figure out what the hell to say/do. We agreed to meet this weekend. I got an email last night containing a letter saying I was clearly a fethwit and we were breaking up. To paraphrase my reply I responded with my own letter pointing out that breaking up with someone because they didn't call for four days was mental at the best of times. Doing so when they're juggling a business, taxes, and their mother is dying is as crazy as jam tennis rackets. Frankly I can only assume it's something else. Probably my body odour. I would be sad, but it's too ridiculous.

So we should have our zombie bunker/fallout shelter complete by then? Links pelase.

get some antibiotics in you, you nutloop.

You're ignoring the far more terrifying possibility that your boss gets turned on by it.

Since you challenge me, I choose weapons. Phlegmatism at twenty paces, sir. The first man whose lip trembles will be swung from the yard arm. Until he bloody well feels ill.

By God, and George Washington it's your patriotic duty to sue immediately! I'm sure you could find some ambulance chaser who'll chart you up.

'bulge in his pants'? Must have been a cold day. Unless that's just what happens when you wear latex. I wouldn't know. Uh huh.