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Hm..
Posted Nov 28, 2000
This means nothing to you, and it certainly does not have a great dl to do with the ethics or aims of the Hitchiker's Guide, but I just have to vent myself a little ... I can always edit this off when I've cooled down.
So. Well, yes, I do fancy her. Of course I haven't told her, because there isn't a single reason - not a one - why she'd ever glance at me, and in any case, she already has a boyfriend. It's so stupid: I don't even fancy blondes. But, there you go. And people suspect - that's the scary thing - people suspect, and they're gonna end up telling her, and I really don't want her to find out.
I didn't want it to be like this. I did'nt want to end up liking her this much ... I didn't expect it. Bugger. It was her birthday today, and she looked beautiful, yearned over by a dozen and one men all better looking than me. She of course barely noticed me. Then her boyfriend turned up at the end of the night and took her home. Which was fun.
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Latest reply: Nov 28, 2000
The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To Police Humour
Posted Aug 11, 2000
When I was younger ( but not all that young; about 14 or 15 ) I ran away from home. Before doing so, I stole about £20 from my
mother's handbag. ( Hey, I was about to spend the rest of my life on London's streets - I needed to prepare ... ) Oddly, after a few
hours, my need to read overtook any hunger I had, and I started traisping around bookstores. In a branch of Dillon's, I discovered a
copy of "Hitch-Hiker's" that I'd never seen before - the orginal radio scripts ( with the almost unheard of second series, with a thousand
Rula Lenskas, and a planet made of trainers. I thought it was very inventive. ) Anyway. After not very long at all of wandering the
streets of London, with only the scripts of a 20 year old radio series to keep me company, I decided that I wanted out. I'd phoned my
mother a few times, and she put on her 'you do what you want, I don't care act' - something which I still resent; parents: never
underestimate the power of your own words. Every insult, every argument, every 'I don't care' - even if the child is only 3 ( he will
remember ) ensures further that when the time comes, you'll be locked into a dank, dark care home the second you start napping in
the afternoon.
Anyway. So I wasn't getting much joy out of my mother, and so I decided I'd get the police to take me home ( my mum couldn't really
lock me out of the house then, could she? ) and so I phoned them from a public call box and explained that I'd had enough. Within
about a minute, a squad car turned up ( were they around anyway, or was where I was calling from really no place for a kid? ) and
took me to the station. And so there I waited, depressed, small, sullen, lonley. A WPC gave me a Polo mint. I clutched the book that
I'd bought earlier to my chest. A police officer asked to see what it was. I showed him. He read the title out loud, and then stared at
me, a delighted little grin on his lips. "Well," he beamed, "You didn't get very far, did you?" He repeated this joke about four times to
anybody who'd listen until another P.C told him to shut up.
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Latest reply: Aug 11, 2000
Bedtime stories
Posted Aug 1, 2000
I have a friend. Well, actually I have a few friends ( I hope ), but this story is about her. She's lovely, you'd like her. She looks like a cross between Natalie Imbruglia and a dark haired Cameron Diaz. She's funny, sexy, confident, affectionate, and getting married. I'm just trying to paint in your mind an image of the sort of likeable person she is. She'd never get voted out of the Big Brother house, that sort of thing.
Anyway. A couple of months ago, I got her the first Harry Potter book. She'd been saying that she'd always meant to get started on them, and I was feeling in an affectionate mood, so I got her one. As is often the case with Harry Potter, she in turn introduced the books to someone else - namely, her father. While they were on holiday together, lying back in the sun, she read him Harry Potter And The Philospher's Stone. And I'd just like to say that that's about the best thing I've ever heard. If I ever get to a point where my beautiful, grown - up, soon to be married daughter reads me a children's book, then I'll know I've done pretty much everything right. Everything else is just details.
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Latest reply: Aug 1, 2000
Gripping Strangers
Posted Aug 1, 2000
Those of you who have read Douglas Copeland's "Generation X" will be familar with the concept of 'gripping strangers': that somebody in your life - and you don't even have to know them particuarly well - who can totally command you, who even if you've only chatted about once every four weeks for the past six years, if you came home and found a message on your answerphone from them: "Drop everything. Run away with me. I love you.", you'd do it without a second's thought. My gripping stranger works in a gift shop, but that isn't what she actually wants to do ( more shades of Douglas Copeland there ). She's actually an artist ( she would be, wouldn't she? ) and she designs jewlerlley. ( I know I've spelt that wrong, but I'm really not inclined to get the dictionary out at the moment ). She has long, long flowing tangled red hair, a great smile, and heavy-lidded eyes. The whole effect is something akin to a real-life version of Mrg from Disney's "Hercules". And, like a lot of gripping strangers, she has no idea that I have a crush on her. The only reason I'm telling you now is that I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't be scanning the pages of a internet site like this. I only see her a couple of times a year anyway. Last time, I learnt that she was no longer with her boyfriend ( oh? ), and that she'd found a new one ( oh. ). What about you guys? Any gripping strangers?
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Latest reply: Aug 1, 2000
Football as an excuse.
Posted Jul 30, 2000
I was in Coventry the other day ( somebody had to be ), and, clearly, some match had just finished, because about 200 or more shaven or balding overweight men trundled out of the pub singing aggresively and loudly. Then some of them spotted a couple of guys on a bench whose skin was a bit darker than thier own, and obviously doing deeply offensive things like talking to each other and - shock - reading. This was clearly unacceptable, and so with a cry of "F*****g Bosinans", the men ( of whom we should be proud, of course ) bore down on these three others ( who, it hardly needs pointing out, probably wern't even from Bosina ), and beat the s**t out of them. What a bunch of repressed, childish w*****s. I have no fear in calling them as such, because the idiots probably can't even read. If your boyfriend watches football in a pub, there is at least a 50% chance that he's beaten someone up for no reason. And we allow this?
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Latest reply: Jul 30, 2000
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