Small World, Secret Admirer
So, it’s like this: my sister was at the hen night of a friend of ours, the lovely Siân, and it turns out that Siân’s next-door neighbour Helen studied at the RSAMD in Glasgow. While she lived up here, Helen’s flatmate would come home every fortnight clutching a fresh copy of the Glasgow University Guardian, and rave on for hours about one of the wannabe journalists, about how funny he was, and how fabulous. Apparently, she was really rather obsessed with this wannabe journalist, to the extent that she planned to start writing for the student paper so she could meet him, and woo him, and go out with him, and stuff.
I, dear reader, was that wannabe journalist.
It would be wonderful if I could tell you that this girl did indeed begin writing for the University paper, and did indeed woo me, and that now we have two beautiful children with fanciful names like Ottoman and Lupe.
Unfortunately, she never bothered. So we don’t.
Anyway, this post is a call to my secret admirer, whose name begins with the letter L. Do get in touch!
Are you using this organ to try and score again?
Posted by Donny at 4pm on 19.11.03
For sure. I thought that’s what weblogs were for.
Although, on reflection, accusing someone of being an obsessive stalker may not be the best way of going about it.
Posted by Jack Mottram at 4pm on 20.11.03
could it be a dream come true…
Posted by Donna at 9pm on 20.11.03
could it be a dream come true…
Posted by Donna at 9pm on 20.11.03
I’m just surprised you admitted to writing for the Glasgow University Guardian. Last time I picked up a copy I cringed at the sheer lacklustre journalism from real Guardian wannabes.
Posted by Gary F at 8pm on 22.11.03
It was much better in my day.
Honest.
Posted by Jack Mottram at 2am on 23.11.03