enough, enough;

May 02, 2003 14:03


sitting up here at work, talking to jane about old films. (she made me a cup-a-soup, and didn't crease or stutter when i told her that my appointment next tuesday is at chorlton house, the manchester mental health hq.) outside, there's a car alarm, or maybe it's the reverse signal on one of the diggers on the construction site, which is sounding a ( Read more... )

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ex_bloodoran155 May 2 2003, 06:38:06 UTC
jane sounds nice. and again, i'm thinking that there should be wheelies.

i always had to play the glock in primary school. i was never allowed to act because i was one of the few musical people, so when my friends got to be princesses, i had to play the glock. i'm not bitter, just wistful, because i've never been a princess.

primary school teachers are funny things. surrogate mothers, in some ways, i think. i adored a softly-spoken supply teacher named mrs jones.

but not as much as i adore you. ah, that sounds cheesey. (but not spiller's cheese! noooo!)

xxxx

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luminette May 2 2003, 07:01:18 UTC
to me, my teachers were always aspirational ( ... )

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ex_bloodoran155 May 2 2003, 07:05:40 UTC
i think the princesses-justines theory is probably spot on. i hadn't thought of that, but the girls who played princesses did all become justines, although some worse than others.

because i used to ice skate, i could never roller skate, only roller blade.

and he is a very bad man. and more impure than steve!!
xxx

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luminette May 4 2003, 04:08:04 UTC
oh, i remembered last night a story to tell you about school-play princesses, but i'll save it for next weekend, possibly over homemade sangria. (it's not a particularly exciting story, but still; i have to store up some anecdotes, squirrel style!)

i can imagine you ice-skating.
did you ever read 'white boots' by noel streatfield?

xx

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