A quick update because I’m getting non-blog stress to the extent that my left eyelid’s twitching again – or maybe that’s due to my work bollockings as I’m now late for work on a 100% daily basis.
The writing of my (Ha!) novel during all my free time is going better than expected, hence a reluctance to write any blogposts in said sparse seconds, but I’ve decided to shit this out leaving the rest of my evening free pretending to be an author.
I haven’t seen the cute Thai girl since she flirted unashamedly at my head in my local supermarket, which makes me wonder if she’s become a victim of the global credit crunch - her, and now my genitals.
Neither have I seen tubelady on the tube, although an unusual thing happened last week. I ran off to get change for a tenner at the pub next to work, whereupon I spotted a young lady within who looked uncannily like TL. This lady was chatting to (presumably) a work colleague of hers and I observed during their conversation the lady wearing teeth braces, something I’ve never seen this side of the Atlantic. It wasn’t until two minutes later as I walked out of the pub that I had a proper look at her. She, in turn, had a good look at me – which was nice. It was definitely tubelady, except I now have to downgrade her to tubegirl on account of that metalwork. Very, very cute, but probably about 19 – meaning I’m not quite old enough to be her father, unless I was a chav.
Anyway, forget that. I spent last weekend at a surprise birthday party (arrived at the locale 30 mins early, spent 32 mins looking for the fucking place, nearly arrived at the same time as the surprise-ee) where I met for the second time Polish lady, blonde of hair and phenomenal of body, and had a rather nice time. Nothing happened other than animated chatting and consumption of alcohol, and she rather annoyingly left half-way through. Nonetheless, my mate is trying to matchmake. It would be just typical if I end up in a relationship before I finish writing this so-called book.
Still, sex or novel? Sex or novel? She may break my ridiculous drought yet. I think I’d better attach lightning conductors to my balls.