‘I’m in a Facebook organised vigilante group that hunts down pickpockets on the Metro.’ So began my latest foray into dating. It’s been more than a year since I last mustered even a hint of enthusiasm for it. Goddam you all the way to Hell, Covid-19 ^shakes tiny fist at the heavens^. I finally arrived […]
Who indeed. And who was it who said this? Why, the inimitable Mr Wilde of course, and as always; he was completely right. Except not about actual poor people, with or without love they are really, as in the dictionary definition; poor. No amount of trying to beam amour from your eyes intensely into the […]
the people who don’t believe you when you say, “Yeah, I’m good thanks!” Because, that just ain’t (right) possible. I can’t remember exactly why I was talking about it recently, when I explained that I hadn’t had a date, since ‘Hot Frenchie February’, but my companion’s complete 1) disbelief, and 2) incredulity, then 3) pity, was palpable. […]
and not in the cool, George Clinton Parliament Funkadelic way, though I wish that were the case because that would be awesome. Imagine if every day was like this. There’d be no war, no misery and everyone would be mellow and achieve World peace and hug each other all the time. I like them apples. No, […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 