Forget It Jake ...
I just would really rather she didn’t speak to me. Ever.
And I've things on my mind. My Grandfather is unwell and apparently I'm not doing too well either.
I walk back into my building after both smoking a cigarette and conducting an odd exchange with a dancer, of which more another time.
Lovely But Stupid: Tired! I’ve just been to Chinatown!
(By the way, who really thinks a reliance on laxatives as a weight-loss solution, and then drinks two bottles of wine in the staff toilets before they even get to the party is going to have their evening end in anything other than total humiliation?)
LBS: It was really, I don’t know…. Sort of …..
Like most large cities, there is a significant quarter of ours which is entirely of the Orient.
LBS: YES! Everyone was….erm….
LBS: YES! It was like being in… er…well…
LBS: EXACTLY! It was all just really….er…
You shit yourself at the Christmas party, I think to myself. However, I do not say anything, as I am a gentleman.
LBS: YES! GOD! It was amazing!
Me: Fucking hell.
I don’t mention the stone cold fact that she shit herself at the Christmas party. Because that would just be out of order, and gentlemen do not mention such things.
We had to call her boyfriend to take her home and everything. He looked rather resigned when he turned up.