While still volunteering at the music festival – actually, this took place before the other posts - I was sent to a really cool little basement bar, where there wasn't much to do except listen to the poetry, acoustic music and drink cider, so it wasn't a bad night. This also gave me an opportunity to talk to some of the volunteers, one of which was a girl.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
This concerns one, of the many, problems I have concerning my relationship with girls. All it takes it one minor slip up and I can never recover. Years ago, while watching a school play, I said hello to a girl who had just greeted me, but it turned out she was addressing someone else. This was enough embarrassment for me to leave at the interval, and avoid my friends for the weekend. I’d like to think I no longer act in this, what appears, while writing this, to be strait-jacket material behaviour.