After long silence - An unexpected hello. Heart flip-flops again.
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If you were a piece of Blackpool rock you would have 'romantic', or some would say 'fool',written inside all the way through. Your last posting to keep us going was just great....'my heart flip flops'.
So is she real or is this just how you are feeling?
How nosey am I sitting here all bored on a saturday with loads of things to do but no inclination to do them...
As it happens, both of my major - doomed - infatuations of the past couple of years, The Poet and The Trivia Queen, unexpectedly re-entered my life within a few days of each other.
I think it is "nature's way" of testing the strength of my attraction to Madame X.
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
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If you were a piece of Blackpool rock you would have 'romantic', or some would say
'fool',written inside all the way through. Your last posting to keep us going was just great....'my heart flip flops'.
So is she real or is this just how you are feeling?
How nosey am I sitting here all bored on a saturday with loads of things to do but no inclination to do them...
it is a particularly well-said expression of your (current?) (previous?) emotions.
Of course she's real.
As it happens, both of my major - doomed - infatuations of the past couple of years, The Poet and The Trivia Queen, unexpectedly re-entered my life within a few days of each other.
I think it is "nature's way" of testing the strength of my attraction to Madame X.
ah, so madame X gets another mention. she'd almost disappeared and we wondered.
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