Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.

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Cake day: June 14th, 2023

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  • Flirting is all about observation and escalation. Flirting is a game of fun, it is not seduction. You do it to entertain and entice, not to get your end away.

    You start with a comment, or joke, or double entendre. If your flirtee responds in kind then you progress and maybe escalate a little with another comment or joke or double entendre. What’s most important, though is the observation. If your flirtee backs down then you fucking back down too. If your flirtee misses the cue then you back down. If you’re not sure, you back down.









  • Mine are all pretty mild.

    Everyone reading all the time at home. Pretty much every room had bookcases, full to bursting with books. When I was old enough to have friends around they all said how weird it was to have so many books.

    My parents were really emotionally distant. I don’t recall either of them telling them they loved me - or each other for that matter. No hugs or kisses. More than one of my girlfriends called me an emotional cripple.

    Home-cooked food every night. We never ate out, never had takeaway. My mum was a great cook though so although my friends seemed to think it was weird I’d never had a MacDonalds when I finally did try it I didn’t understand the hype.

    Oh, and the poop knife, of course.









  • The sound of an English country garden on a Sunday in summer.

    This is a composite of several sounds all of which must be quiet or distant enough to not be a distraction but which in conjunction are glorious:

    • the sound of the breeze through the trees
    • childrens’ laughter just far away enough to not be bothersome
    • bees buzzing from flower to flower
    • a propeller-driven light aircraft from a nearby aerodrome (ideally this would be a vintage plane with a Merlin engine, lazily warbling in the distance)
    • the sound of leather on willow, and the occasional call and muted cheer, from a cricket match on the village green
    • the gentle burble of a stream
    • church bells, far enough away that their individual peels almost blend into each other
    • the clink of ice as someone pours a perfect gin and tonic.