Girls and guys

I found out why Hannah’s been grumpier than a goat with an abscess – Nathan has a new girlfriend. Apparently Jenna who works with Hannah was out in Pixie’s nightclub for their 70s night on Tuesday and Nathan was there with his hands all over some strumpet on the dancefloor. I almost felt obliged to point out to Hannah that it was she who decided to end their relationship, so she can’t moan if he moves on, but I got the impression that if I said that my testicles would spend less time attached to my body than sushi spends in an oven so I kept schtum. She’ll work through the pain, rage, jealousy, confusion, anger, hatred and despair in her own time, I’m sure. I just hope she doesn’t fight back in that awful way that women have where they latch onto the nearest available drunk person with a penis just to show that they’re not on their own. We’ll see.

Ted’s son Simon is asking me about football again. One of his workmates is moving away so they’ll have a season ticket available next year and he wondered if I’d like to take it over? If I may quote from his e-mail: “..should be a grate (sic) season. Back in the Championship with a striker who can score, and a manager worth his salt. If we can hang on to Forster and get a solid big ‘un at the back we could do some damage and press for the Prem by Christmas.” I’ve re-read it three times and spent twenty minutes with a dictionary and I still have no idea what he’s talking about...

RC 26-3-10