Chivalry B DED
Dept of, If Raised By Wolves Would Have Better Manners. O Peter Bradshaw. The gaggle of small(ish) boys infesting the Tube I was on today had better manners:
I nabbed my favourite aisle seat. The screening was overcrowded, and Ms Lipman had to sit on a stair. Halfway through the film, I dashed out to take what seemed to be an emergency call from my son's school. It turned out to be nothing at all and I returned after just 30 seconds - to find Maureen Lipman sitting in my seat. We looked at each other for what seemed like an age. I was paralysed with embarrassment. She was baffled.... Eventually, and with an expression of forbearance I will never forget, Ms Lipman rose and conceded the seat to me.
Peter Bradshaw must be, I would guess, at least 20 years younger than Ms Lipman, who is some years older than me. (On the Tube this morning, several of the young boys offered me a seat, possibly, I will concede, following non-verbal teacher prompting.)
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And in the Dept of Terribly Poor Stuff, yet another person who has apparently never read an advice column in her life before writing to Private Lives:
Two years ago my lecturer and I fell in love. He is 15 years my senior and lives with his partner and two children in another city, but stays with me three days a week when he is working. I feel an affinity with him that I haven't felt with anyone before. However I can't stand that he goes home to someone else. I know that it isn't right and that I'm sacrificing marriage and my chance to have a family by staying with him, but I know he is the one. I'm at a complete loss as to what I should do.
Me, I'm wondering whether he is actually claiming subsistence allowance/expenses while free-loading on this unfortunate young woman.
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Dept of the Weird: search strings that found my website: 'Did the queen of England use a vibrator?' (and I think this is Queen V, don't you? Not just Victorian Vibrators, but Victoria's Vibrators, as supplied By Appointment...). 'Relationship between the clitoris and violence': I don't even.
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