Woman Repellent

I'm used to it in real life, but when you manage to make perfectly pleasant sounding women disappear without even trying on the internet, then it's time to take a long hard look at yourself.

Which reminds me.

Perhaps three years ago. Me and Tired Mam were in another part of the country. Another time. Things were terribly bad. For a number of reasons. Fuck off, this isn't that sort of blog.

Silence for about fifteen minutes. We are watching the news. And then.

TM: Do you think that one day you'll just lose it and kill everyone?

She wasn't joking either.

Now THAT is a 'long hard look at yourself' moment.

Everything is ace now. So don't worry.

Anyway (HONESTLY, THAT DID HAPPEN! SHE REALLY SAID THAT!) not only does Miss Fluffy Up On High vanish after leaving a few pleasant messages here (comments, whatever) but the equally-pleasant-although-a-bit-odd-but-in-a-good-way Miss Sleepy has now gone all a bit daytime TV Channel 4 Without a Trace.

Sleepy, please drop a line and let me know if you've gone anywhere, or just gone. Email type-thing if you're in secret.

I do not want to be an internet Jack the Ripper.