It must be time of the year or something: I spent Sunday pleading with The Lady like a slimy toad for her not to chuck me. Yes, the only reason I was in New York was because of her, I pleaded. I promised her that I'll never go with her to a rock gig again (Bowery Ballroom) and drink a decent quantity of Stella and actually do more than nod my head to the music like all the New Yorkers do. Yes - I will not dance, I will not shout out at the band, nor mention in front of her record-co-colleagues that this band is crappier than the first (British Sea Power vs. Kaito) nor will I leap from a moving taxi on the way home then slam the door on her foot and storm away, down the streets of Greenwich Village looking for a small person to have a fight with....
Agreed solution: Alcohol reduction, therapy thingymagigstuff
Posted by Guy Brighton on March 13, 2004 at 08:51 AM
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