― gareth, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― N., Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Sarah, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Alan Trewartha, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
(I was once on a Glasgow-London plane and the women next to me [who looked very much like AL Kennedy, book fans] was reading Gravity's Rainbow. I spent the duration of the flight agonising over whether to strike up a conversation along the lines of "that is my favourite book in the whole world" and worrying that this would make me seem like a scarycreepynutfreak. In the end my scarycreepynutfreak paranoia won out. Is there an etiquette to this kind of thing?)
― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― geoff, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― chris, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Emma, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― michael, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
non-mentalists only read on the bus
― mark s, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
That's four you nutcase.
Only time in my life I've ever struck up a conversation with a stranger on public transport on account of what they were reading/listening to: on a train between Manchester Piccadilly and Sheffield, 1992 - very attractive young woman opposite puzzles over track-listing to cassette she's made herself. I spy first title she's written and hear a sliver of tinny melody from her headphones. For a moment, she can't think of the name of track 2, and I, quick as a flash, write "The Boy With The Gun" on the back of my timetable in red ink and show it to her. There follows, not awkward silence, nervous looks and my wanting to kill myself, but fifteen minutes of free-flowing chat during which time I learn she's a languages student called Becky, who's about to spend 12 months in Italy as part of her degree. She alights at Sheffield and gives me a cheery wave as my train lurches onto Chesterfield. What might've been, eh?
― Michael Jones, Monday, 7 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― gareth, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― N., Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― DG, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
(Bearing in mind that I am never going to say aything, and she'll have left by the time you read this)
― Graham, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Quickly people, she's still here!
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― michael, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Ronan, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Queen G-bah Humbug, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I actually think I would say something if I had something beyond "Hi, You look cool, who are you? I wanna fu...", and if I hadn't got myself all worked up and giddy with the LUV (But then I may be highly volatile after watching Amelie tonight).
(Thank god I don't have my spy camera on me. Shall I describe her? Somewhere between Starry and Amelie, but younger, more fresh faced and dynamic, long fabulous slightly fluffy hair)
Bucket of cold water please someone.
― Ed, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
anyway what was the saramago she was reading on the train? and sorry, I'm not good with opening lines...normally, "Hey, do you wanna taste my butt mucous" seals it either way and explains why my hymen is growing back.
Not entirely shattered: I left the library just after her (because I had no reason to stay), and the journey home turned into stalking, as she lives in the SAME PLACE as me, huzzah huzzah. She was too far away to catch up with, but I saw what house she went into, so I still have options. What are they?
as to what to do now, you could always set up a tent on her front lawn...or you could go around and ask her for half a cup of sugar as you wish to bake her a cake.
Of course I'm hardly the one to be giving relationship advice.......given my last and ongoing rollercoaster experience.
― Dr. C, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I'm off to buy a tent. And some cake mix.
Dan Perry is, in case any of you had forgetten, a very bad man.
― katie, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tim, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
This is very difficult to deny, but surely one must accept, following that last post, that Mr Hopkins is an even badder man than Mr Perry.
― RickyT, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― jel --, Tuesday, 16 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I am going to see her tomorrow, whatever (to ask about her Apples In Stereo fandom obv.). Beat me about the head with chickenbears if I don't.
(BTW Listening to Don't Falter too much before torking to GURLS = Me being called creepy and being paranoid about it for six weeks thereafter) => (Watching Amelie before => ?)
― gareth, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― jess, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― toby, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I did it. KISS MY SHINY METAL ASS I FUCKING DID IT. I came into the library today and she was at the photocopier. A quick reckie for a suitable vantage point left me in the journals section completely not subtley not reading (that bit was hard) a magazine about how to build a robot girlfri cyborg. She left soon afterwards, I gave chase but the girl in front of me's card wouldn't work in the barriers. A quick leap into the other gate and I had eyeball again. I followed her for a bit, then suddenly found myself running after her:
"Hi."This is a bit weird, but I am totally fascinated by you.pause"Sorry to be weird."Gorgeous European accent: "Is this a joke or a bet or something?"Thus followed a serious of difficult silences interspersed with stilted conversation, ending in:Her: "So, I'll see you...in zer library?"Me: [nods] [runs off grinning]
― Graham, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Dr. Love, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― jel --, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Queen G-bah Humbug, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― michael, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Ronan, Wednesday, 17 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
(It's a couple of weeks away, but I'll buy two tickets today and drag along Sara instead if A-L is [insert a million reasons])
― Graham, Thursday, 18 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
/me envies.
― Mark C, Monday, 22 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Alan Trewartha, Monday, 22 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
nice
― elan, Sunday, 4 November 2007 05:53 (seventeen years ago) link