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Saturday, 1 May 2004

Conversations


Topic: LondonLifer

With apologies to anyone who's tried to talk sense to me this week.

On how to deliver a Killer Chat Up Line (conversation in a pub):
Martin: I never use chat up lines.
Me: You not only used to use them, you used to email them after to everybody with your success rate noted.
N/C: You have to be charming.
Me: Do you mean oily?
N/C: Amuse people.
Martin: Making someone laugh with a corny chat up line can work.
N/C: Yes, make her laugh, then wow her with your amazing personality.
Me: Wow her. With my ... personality. I was afraid you'd say that.
N/C: The most charming man I ever met didn't use chat up lines. He was friendly, rather like a playful labrador puppy.
Me: So when I meet her I should jump on her chest and lick her face.
N/C: That might not work so well now you mention it.
Martin: It would allow you an appropriate moment to ask about the handcuffs.

On how to Race To Lose Weight (conversation via text):
Yidaho: Did you get hold of any weighing scales yet?
Me: I managed to lose the key to my other flat, so I haven't picked them up. Still, I'm sure I've lost weight - my 'fat' clothes feel loose on me. But the normal sized clothes still provoke unsightly rolls of fat.
Yidaho: Then I've clearly won the competition
Me: No way. You haven't even mentioned that you lost any weight. How do I know you're not fatter?
Yidaho: I feel lighter when I jump.
Me: I bet I can jump higher than you. I win.
Yidaho: I was jumping with lead in my pockets. The beers are on you.
Me: Bollocks. I bet you've ballooned like Hedwig.
Yidaho: Ballooned is half right. Heck, I'm so light I have to be tethered to stay earthbound now.
Me: Beyond the bounds of realism there a tad. I'm going to blog you for this.
Yidaho: Bah... Fell for your evil plan to overcome your obvious blogstipation. *shakes fist* I'll get you back, I swear...
Me: OBVIOUS?!
Yidaho: Mrs J.S. McCorkle?
Me: Bah.
Yidaho: Hah. 1-1.

On how to Prevent a Burglar from Entering the House (conversation via telephone):
Duch: This old drunken irish guy keeps turning up and wanting to do jobs in my garden. He says he's the last remaining emember of the Birmingham Four. I'm quite scared of him - he breaks everything.
Me: He's a convicted terrorist? You could tell him not to fix your garden.
Duch: Well he's terribly charming and articulate. He offered to mow the lawn, but mowed over the cable, then broke the lawnmower into pieces trying to fix it when he was too drunk to stand. Oh shit, that's him at the door now.
Me: What, now? This minute? That's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?
Duch: Oh dear, he's banging on the door. I'm a bit worried he's going to break the door down.
Me: He's someone you barely know, you said. Why would he do that?
Duch: Should I answer?
Me: No, you're talking to me, not entertaining the local drunkery. You're on the phone.
Duch: He'll be awfully upset if he thinks that I'm ignoring him. I shan't answer. I'm in bed with no clothes on, anyway. But what if he can see the light from my bedroom?
Me: What if he can? You're not under an obligation to answer the door.
Duch: I don't want to seem rude. Oh no, he's still banging on the door. It's getting louder. I think he might break it down. I'm actually quite scared.
Me: Hang up and ring the police then, if you're that scared.
Duch: What if he breaks in? I'm too scared to hang up.
Me: You've got two phones - ring on the other one. They'll come over and tell him to stop banging on your door, and he'll get the message that you don't want to answer it right now.
(hammering sound increases)
Duch: Oh my god, he's breaking in! Oh my god!
Me: (silence)
(loud crash as door relents to pressure)
Me: Duch ... ?
Duch: (screams)
Bestmate: Why the *hell* aren't you answering the door?
Duch: BESTMATE! Oh my god! I'm so glad it's you.
Me: Oh for God's sake.
Duch: Ohhh, I thought it was the drunk Irish guy breaking down the door!
Bestmate: Do you think you can come outside and tell all your bloody stupid neighbours who are lined up in the street that me and Flamboyant aren't burglars? They're convinced we're breaking in.
Duch: Don't be silly, sort them out yourself. I'm on the phone to Vanessa.

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Updated: Saturday, 1 May 2004 8:00 PM BST
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Saturday, 1 May 2004 - 6:30 PM BST

Name: wifflewiffle

[quote]It would allow you an appropriate moment to ask about the handcuffs[/quote]

Not fair. When I start going on about handcuffs, and ropes, and candles, and tweezers, people start telling me I'm creepy. But when another person does it, it's funny.

(Jumping up and licking a girl's face, sadly, doesn't work very well... I hear.)

Saturday, 1 May 2004 - 7:49 PM BST

Name: Vanessa

Lol. I have no way of knowing if the handcuffs are creepy or not. They might indicate an archivist of sorts. I'm reserving judgement. In other news, I lost my tweezers yesterday.

Saturday, 1 May 2004 - 10:57 PM BST

Name: Saltation
Home Page: http://go-blog-go.globstop.com

we can tell -- those snakes are out of con-TROL

nice green tint, by the way. is that the new Oroton spray-on self-greener or have you been on holiday?

Sunday, 2 May 2004 - 5:29 AM BST

Name: Cyn
Home Page: http://http:cyncity.typepad.com

Please tell me that Duch isn't normally this high-strung, because 'ya know, there's medication for that.

Yidaho absolutely earned her score, btw (sorry) but you are
I want a Medusa Barbie like that. :D

Sunday, 2 May 2004 - 6:01 AM BST

Name: Vanessa

Are what?
Duch is far higher strung than that, usually, hence the dryness of my replies. However, I think I'd be highstrung too if I had someone as mad as Bestmate kicking my front door in then telling me off about it...

Sunday, 2 May 2004 - 11:03 AM BST

Name: Rose
Home Page: http://queerlycreative.blogs.com/queercode

"So when I meet her I should jump on her chest and lick her face."

And paw at her... that always worked for me!

;)

Sunday, 2 May 2004 - 11:55 AM BST

Name: Lux
Home Page: http://www.shylux.blogspot.com

Why is everything in italics?

And Hedwig? Of Angry Inch fame?

Sunday, 2 May 2004 - 12:25 PM BST

Name: Vanessa

I think Cyn cursed the comments?

No Hedwig, as in some fat blimp I used to know. What, me? Tact? Incompatible.

Monday, 3 May 2004 - 12:16 AM BST

Name: Martin Sewell
Home Page: http://www.martinsewell.com/

Monday, 3 May 2004 - 3:42 AM BST

Name: Cyn

"Are what?"

Sorry. I have absolutely no idea what I was going to say.
If it's any help, I know I laughed out loud at least once whilst reading your post, so I'm gussing you are something good.

Monday, 3 May 2004 - 11:17 PM BST

Name: Vanessa

Cruel, inhuman torture.

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