As if the stuff with knowing people that know Fire Man wasn’t enough to convince me that we live in a tiny little world, my housemate (Desk Editor) dragged me and Gaming Editor and Nanu and Nanu’s GF, Pixie, over to Mudchute on the Isle of Dogs tonight (yeah, I know, where the hell is Mudchute? For those who have never heard of it, it is one of those soulless places over by Canary Wharf. There is nothing there except for a little arts and drama venue and bar called The Space, a couple of bus stops, loads of flats and the obligatory stray dog).
Desk Editor, Pixie and Nanu have a mutual friend from school days who is now an actress and who was appearing in an improvised performance show at The Space. Gaming Editor was keen to go (I am secretly hoping that this is the start of a love affair between him and Desk Editor so will be trying to instill subconscious thoughts in both of their minds about this). I said I would go earlier this week, but was tired and didn’t really want to. Of course, I didn’t have the bottle to, well, bottle out when push came to shove so I went along as well.
And I am jolly glad I did.
We missioned it from south west London over to Mudchute via various modes of public transport: train, tube AND bus. At the venue, we went upstairs to the little bar and picked a table for the five of us to sit at and order in some dinner. A guy from the bar came over to take our order and as I scanned the list of meals, I realised I recognised his voice. I looked up to behold Banjo, a guy I know from university in Little City and good friends with El Pres (who frequents this blog). Apparently he is the bar manager in this totally random little bar.
What a small world it is indeed!
El Pres’s reaction, on my calling him to tell him, was: “No-fucking-way?!”
Er, yes. I have photos to prove it on Facebook.
Anyway, so then we went to the show, and it was really rather good and very funny. The most dominant bloke in it was GORGEOUS, but it very rapidly materialised that he bats for the other team. WHAT A WASTE OF SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MAN!! Still, Desk Editor and I enjoyed the eye candy all the same.
On the journey home, I replied to a message from Fire Man from lunchtime (asking me to translate the drunken messages I had sent him on Saturday night. Oh, yeah, graceful of me, but they were harmless). They didn’t need translating. They were clear to me, just a few little typos and extra letters here and there. Easy to work out what I was saying, which wasn’t much: I’m drunk. Hope you had a good night at the film.
Basically.
Anyway, I texted him that (although in a less curt manner). It struck me that he seemed to be searching for a reason to instigate a text conversation. At the end of my message, I said “I am sure you can translate the x for yourself”. He sent something back with “sure you can translate what this means too then: xxx” Huh?? Respectableside suggested that “he is going through classic i’ve been caught and now i don’t want to lose you”. Hmm, maybe she has a point. Not sure what to make of him. Know I should just ignore him and cease all contact, just can’t seem to find it in me. Bugger, I have gone soft on him.
Anyway, my cough is bad tonight and I have a rotten headache, so bed calls… until tomorrow my dears x
Sorry I’ve been so quiet. Thanksgiving holiday in the States and I was out of town and unplugged since Wednesday. Back to reality and the interwebs today and yours is the first I’ve caught up on.
As for FM and Claire, I’m guessing he didn’t “choose” so much as stay around with what he’s already conquered and successfully pulled the wool over her eyes. I mean haven’t we already decided that you figured out his game a long time ago? Haven’t we already all agreed that you’re way too smart, sharp witted, bright, and well all around too good for him in the first place?
In this type of situation I must say I feel genuinely sad for Claire. She’s obviously either not smart enough or doesn’t have enough self-esteem and confidence to drop that loser at the curb. Poor girl, she has no idea what a sod he truly is.
Oh dear god, Hubub (at the Space) is my old local….ha ha - I still trek back there a couple times a month. Last weekend that guy you know was so funny….service was slow as per (it’s ok, it’s a welcome change to being shoved off your table after10 mins), so we said to the manager ‘and how are you?’ - he replied - ‘you want the truth??? well rant rant rant short staffed, nothing ever changers 2 chefs rant rant only 2 staff front of house rant rant’. I shoulda guessed he was one of your mates Soupy.
He he
Bron.
M-Joy - I know in my head that you are absolutely right and it is the advice I would give to any of my friends if I were an outsider looking into the situation. I am just finding it so hard to be rational because my feelings are hurt. Although I had doubts for a long time before I busted him, I still feel duped because I wanted to believe it wasn’t true. I feel sad for Claire as well, but at the same time I can’t remove her from the category of “love rival” even though, given what FM is like, I don’t want to be a target for his “affections”.
What a total headfuck!
PS - thanks for catching up on mine, hope you had a great holiday!!
Bron - My goodness, it really is a wee little world we live in. Did you recognise Banjo from the photos and video on FB then?? How very weird!
Just remember that when you’re properly over him you’ll thank your lucky stars you didn’t end up with him like Claire has. You’re the lucky one
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