I have never knowingly got involved with a guy who already has a partner. Apart from anything else I have believed that if they were willing to cheat with me, they would be willing to cheat on me.
I have always valued my female friends. They have been hard won.
I also never trust men who say they are a feminist, next thing you know they will be calling you a Strange Little Girl.
He had seemed able to juggle a number of girls successfully, without them getting upset with each other. I gather he writes fiction these days. OK this guy did actually tell me he loved me but I did not process it for years. He had given me loads of records. He wrote me a letter in which he detailed a dream, where I had apparently not cared that he had nowhere to stay. I must have resting bitch face because he would have been welcome any time.
I really love the song btw. It is by far my favourite Sad Cafe track.
I no longer have interest in people who have no interest in me. I can turn my feelings off really easily these days should I need to… it is my new superpower since narcissistic abuse.
I have lost count of the times I’ve been told by people that they …never knew a girl like you before.-Edwyn Collins.
Interestingly this guy is also a writer. I think I still have a letter he once wrote telling about a dream he had. He used to write music too. He had once helped me out with a school project. I never knew him to be without a girlfriend unfortunately. Oh well when it comes to understanding it is possible to survive without a partner- Everyone’s Gotta Learn Sometime -Korgis
When he told me he loved me, I had felt it would have been wrong for me to admit any feelings for him as he had a girlfriend at the time. I have strong feelings about cheating! I think he might have written me a song but his behaviour left me confused. I never want to break up anybody’s relationship. We shared a natural intimacy that was commented upon once as we had walked up the street together, just before he left. Looking back though I think my feelings for somebody else were lurking under the surface. One of my other flatmates had commented on our last walk together before he had left for Canada, He gave me endless music. He gave me some Lindisfarne music too. What is it about Lindisfarne?
Oh yes and while I am setting the cat amongst the pigeons, I was told his new partner looked just like me.
I don’t know why I bothered being so bl@#dy decent anyway. It is not like anyone ever appreciated that I was always loyal to my female friends. Most of them have not been loyal to me.
If I get the chance I may as well have just f#$ked every guy who ever came onto me, considering my female friends do not seem to have appreciated me anyway!
He moved to Canada.
The last note I had from him: “Is it true A tells me you are working in a condom factory in the testing department but are you satisfied in your work? How the heck are you. Hope you are having a great time with all the smelly, rubber things, Maybe you could send a few hundred over. Hope to see you when you and I get back to England…”
As you can see it really showcases his writing ability For the record it was not exactly a condom factory.
I grew to be particularly close to one of his girlfriends. We shared a house together for a while. I am so glad I had always refused to get involved with guys with partners. She had really enriched my life. I still have a photo of the four of us who had shared a house. It was a really happy time. She has sent Christmas cards. I believe she may still be in touch with another musical friend of mine, with whom I had also shared the same house.
The highlight of his life was having Paul Mc Cartney and his wife Linda visit his office. I believe Paul had actually sat on his desk. He probably kept everything in the same spot forever after that. He was great fun. We used to get up to all sorts of fun things. He seemed to suddenly get upset with me. I think he may have musically dissed me but I am hoping it wasn’t me, as I really hadn’t understood what had happened.
I have a photo of the two of us working in the garden together. They were happy times. I suppose this means another diss track, so I will get in first. I had a friend who taught me some useful Welsh once. https://mymemory.translated.net/en/Welsh/English/cai-dy-geg I can also count in Welsh
My secret ability is I can also say this:Longest Welsh Place Name
I used to listen to his music online all the time.
What Are Eye Floaters? Another eye issue is tunnel vision.
We Don’t Talk Any More Cliff Richard
A bit of A plug for his music. His band VicTwenty broke up but I suspect he is still heavily involved in the music Industry. My personal favourite was ‘I sold your heart on Ebay.’ He wrote a lovely song called ‘Hold Me’ while we were all sharing a house. He was living with my art teacher friend at the time. From memory it was a simple track played on acoustic guitar. Judging by the soup cans in this video, I may not be the only one with whom he discussed Andy Warhol.
The Smurf Song I have never knowingly got involved with my friends’ exes either.
His band had once supported Erasure on tour. Andy Bell on Britain, Brexit, Homophobia & Political Correctness
I will take to the grave what happened when I found a copy of Playboy round the place. I learned a new name for red-haired people from one of my flatmates. You youngsters like to think that hiding things under desks started with you. When I was at school there was bubble gum and chewing gum stuck underneath every desk.
Unleashing a few thoughts of my own on these matters. Using the term Political Correctness has become a dog whistle these days to anybody on one side of politics. They obviously need a safe space,where they would be immune to challenge. Nobody could say I am not balanced on this post. The people below are definitely blue.
I used to get told off for getting on my high horse about issues.
He would be pleased to hear our youngsters have quite a lot of Welsh blood.
There She Goes. – The La’s I am going to get on my high horse about this building’s caretaker soon. It is a much nicer place here when he is away.
It also looks like we are in for another Blue Monday -;New Order
(From memory my Welsh friend had been beaten up once while down late at the tube station one night.)
Thinking of him always makes me smile. ☺
Living with my Welsh friend was great. I love him dearly. My Welsh friend once warned us about oestrogen in the tap water. He had also warned us about Mad Cow Disease which turned out to be prophetic. (He was far too serious about his health for it to have been a reference to any mad cows he might have been living with.)
He was always somebody whom I totally trusted, who I thought would never do anything to hurt me. I really don’t need any more cruel people in my life.
Sadly he split with his other band member.
Gold Rules – Piney Gir. I reckon I would get along with her.
Many of my flatmates worked at The Guardian or Grauniad, as they used to refer to it, at the time, as it was once infamous for printing errors apparently, so they would probably be quite at home reading my blog!
The Grauniad ( I am very fond of the Guardian. I have never known it to be sensationalist.)
Everything has changed with the advent of new technology. I have mixed feelings about this, as I think a little imperfection can be charming. I keep getting countless ads to use a computer grammar checking system.
Bringing new technology into newspaper production had caused a lot of issues for Rupert Murdoch in the early days,
New technology has always caused issues.
However human microchipping is a bridge too far, even for me. (Remember my dad was an engineer, so I am no Luddite)
If I were selling my work professionally it might be different but I want my blog to remain raw. The only people I have allowed to get directly involved with my blog, are our children. If people recognise themselves and would like to quietly make suggestions to help jog all our memories then I might be open to that idea. 💡