I notice I'm not on that second-gen list, btw. Probably for the good, since we seem to have a Facebook relationship without (thankfully) the Facebook.
Have you seen the number of seeds in yer average pumpkin? £6.50 is a definite rip-off. If I still shared the place back in France, I could probably make the same quantitative judgement on sunflower seeds. H&B is an excellent place to window-shop, in a sort of post-modern way: "What??? People pay good money for this? Oh well, I'm off to Waitrose."
Being single at our(ish) age is definitely a barrier to making friends, but you've missed out one of your major disadvantages. You are fucking frightening*. You used to be fucking frightening (Colin G was a sweetie in comparison) back in full-throttle alcoholic days, but one doesn't tend to lose the habits of a lifetime. You are still fucking frightening. God knows what your persona does to impressionable young (mid-forties, divorced, slightly smudged around the edges) women, but it fucking frightens me.
Unless I try really hard, I seem to do this to other people as well. I've just come back from my local, where I had a conversation about the mottoes around the edge of the pound coin. People generally just don't want to hear about this and many other subjects, and they are particularly put-off by my (and I suspect your) natural combination of ebullience and a background PhD in morose.
Dunno what the answer is, guv. It's certainly not becoming a Grumpy Old Man. Maybe a Kindly Old Uncle?
As for dancing, I have thought of that. We have a certain height disparity, which means that my preferred version of Ballroom might not fit you ... perhaps Limbo Dancing, hee hee hee ... but I'm pretty sure it works as a relaxing social lubricant.
Have you tried tango? (Latinas are also quite short.)
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Date: 2011-07-09 04:21 pm (UTC)Have you seen the number of seeds in yer average pumpkin? £6.50 is a definite rip-off. If I still shared the place back in France, I could probably make the same quantitative judgement on sunflower seeds. H&B is an excellent place to window-shop, in a sort of post-modern way: "What??? People pay good money for this? Oh well, I'm off to Waitrose."
Being single at our(ish) age is definitely a barrier to making friends, but you've missed out one of your major disadvantages. You are fucking frightening*. You used to be fucking frightening (Colin G was a sweetie in comparison) back in full-throttle alcoholic days, but one doesn't tend to lose the habits of a lifetime. You are still fucking frightening. God knows what your persona does to impressionable young (mid-forties, divorced, slightly smudged around the edges) women, but it fucking frightens me.
Unless I try really hard, I seem to do this to other people as well. I've just come back from my local, where I had a conversation about the mottoes around the edge of the pound coin. People generally just don't want to hear about this and many other subjects, and they are particularly put-off by my (and I suspect your) natural combination of ebullience and a background PhD in morose.
Dunno what the answer is, guv. It's certainly not becoming a Grumpy Old Man. Maybe a Kindly Old Uncle?
As for dancing, I have thought of that. We have a certain height disparity, which means that my preferred version of Ballroom might not fit you ... perhaps Limbo Dancing, hee hee hee ... but I'm pretty sure it works as a relaxing social lubricant.
Have you tried tango? (Latinas are also quite short.)
Have you tried tai chi?
No, seriously. Think about that last one.