Tactless Friend Strikes Again
February 9, 2012 § 28 Comments
Yesterday my Tactless Friend was going through her mental rolodex – or, perhaps the expression should be brought up to date, and I should say she was working through her mental sim card – and she came up with a man for me.
“He’s an actor, well-known, regional accent and very single.”
I had heard of him, just, but didn’t understand the significance of that “very” and, this being my Tactless Friend, I chose not to ask.
“I am not sure,” I said. Craggy and belligerent were the two adjectives about him which sprung to mind, from somewhere.
“He’s divorced!” she said. “And I am seeing him tomorrow, I could do a bit of probing. I think his wife – or wives – left him.”
“Do we know why?”
“I think he used to beat her up.”
Curiosity killed the already under-whelmingly curious cat.
“I don’t think so, thank you,” I said primly. She laughed. “Just how far do you wish to take this schadenfreude of yours?” I asked her only half-joking. (I like to think I have an SOH. I’m certainly going to need one if I am going to carry on writing these excruciating online profiles about myself; an SOH seems as basic a requirement as gender).
It’s a wonder TF is still a friend, but she is. Wisdom decrees dropping her, but we go back a l-o-n-g way, and I am very fond of the other bits of her which aren’t tactless. She is one of my historic ones and, as she said herself yesterday over a cup of coffee, you can’t make old friends. I am not sure I entirely agree. I have a habit of making friends and Charlotte is definitely a new one that’s old, if you get my meaning, as is Mrs Standard Bearer.
But still, in these austerity times, no one can afford to lose the old, old ones. Lot of history, and history’s more than important, it’s practically everything, (as only the divorcee knows when he or she loses it). Would be a bit careless of anyone, however many friends, to go round shedding old muckers.
Even if they do suggest match-making you with a wife-beater.