Life at the bottom of the sexual food chain.
June 21, 2013 § 37 Comments
People coming round tonight.
I intend to drink a lot of vodka and doubtless make an arse of myself in front of a 43 year old twinkle.
Not too much vodka, obv.
Just pace yourself. Have a pleasant evening!
Thank you. I drank a few sips making up to a very small amount, paced myself perfectly, and it was a very pleasant evening. Pxx
Good to hear that,and you’ll feel much better for that.. An early riser too!
Awww. It’ll be ok. Enjoy yourself.
Ah, plankey, how your trials and tribulations add to the gaiety of the nation.
Now seriously, I am doing an OU English course and was wondering if I could use your blog for my end of module project ??
You what? Are you serious? pxx
Yup, I’m serious, could be perfect
Plankton, if you play your cards right your blog could be a serious money-spinner yet!🙂
I hope you have copyrighted it.
I have played my cards very wrong so far, I fear. Made fuck all money from it and don’t know how to…? Pxx
It’s only patents and trademarks that require to be registered; your copyright exists and can be litigated without requiring any prior action to be taken.
Oh good. Phew. Thanks for letting me know. Pxx
Don`t listen to any of them ! Go for it tomorrows headache is ages away!! x
Simon has saved me the trouble of commenting.
‘Pace yourself’??? Ah, now….
Go for it – and as we would say in Eire; ‘Feck the begrudgers’ (I know, the word does not exist in proper English, but it is expressive, hey…)
PS. I have a lot to ‘report’ about London, Plankton and the dating opportunities. MIss P, are you allowed to say how far/near you are from/to London? I would be curious to read of others’ experiences here…
PPS. Neurofen Plus is the biz for a hangover; and a Crunchie (the sugar); and a packet of Tayto (the salt).
I have never ever stated where I am, this whole blog. It’s odd how many readers think I have. They have inferred and then suppose they read it as fact somewhere along the line. They didn’t. People have drawn their own conclusions, and may wish to put in their penny’s worth of guesses on this comments page…? Pxx
OK – I’ll plump for Holland Park – not that you’ll ever confirm or deny. If you’re too shy about your age when you could easily lie and if you wont even tell us how much younger SYT is then it aint going to happen is it.
Holland Park ? You just remind me of someone I once met who said she lived “in the nice part of Holland Park” that was many years ago I suppose its all “nice” now.
Fascinating. Holland Park because I remind you of that someone you met who lived there, or for other reasons too? Pxx
Good guess, but no. Pxx
Your writings do suggest west London, P. You also live in a house, yet claim not to have much money; not so likely therefore that you’re in Notting Hill or Holland Park On one occasion you mentioned your “village”. So my pin on the map goes for Chiswick…
A good guesstimate, and in many ways, you are not far of the mark. Pxx
No – just gut feeling – and with P’s “anonymity paranoia” there might be a few red herrings on houses and locations anyway.
P, are you asking or enquiring as to whether any of us here know more about you than we are letting on? Too many clues have been given away unwittingly I think. Anonymity is very hard to maintain. A trail is left however well you think you’ve covered your tracks. I enjoy your blog and want it to continue so I’m saying nothing.
Oh good. I much appreciate your courtesy. I have no desire to be outed. If I were, I would immediately stop and crawl into a hole and never write another word. pxx
Oh all right – I’ll be quite specific :-
23 Railway Cuttings, East Cheam
Quite apart from outing you it will test your age🙂
Sorry. You’ve lost me here. What are you on about? Pxx
As I say – shows your age – famous comedy address – google it.
Go easy on the vodka Planky. It’s all too easy to wake up the next day feeling like you’ve made things worse.
True, but never you worry! Here I am (bed at 2.00, I was, and I got up at 6.00, and all is well with the world, well, proverbially at least). Pxx
Best medicine – just keep staying involved with friends, and don’t dwell on the latest hurt.
One bottle/glass of water between each alcoholic beverage should keep you hydrated and sufficiently “paced”. This is what they say – I’ve never paced myself before. It would be a real mood killer if you were to lose your dinner when you’re trying to get busy with the new guy. And it’s always scary when you wake up and have to call your friend to ask how you got home. Especially when they start to fill you in on all of your forgotten antics from the night before! Just sayin’ – nobody wants to lose time.
P – mind the drinking with those happy pills. A lot of alcohol can make you feel really crap, REALLY crap.
Still, good to see the fighting spirit and – look – another twinkle. You seem far from finished in the dating world. It’s amazing really the change in you, even if you cannot see it. You are the “Former Plankton” nowadays. You may not have the relationship you want, but you have re-discovered your sexual and social potency. Good for you! An inspiration for everyone. A little pain though is a sign that we are still alive.
Keep writing this blog P. It’s brilliant in its truthfulness.
Yes, James B. Or as Jonathan Franzen put it – ” Pain hurts but it doesn’t kill . When you consider the alternative – an anesthetized dream of self-sufficiency…- pain emerges as the natural product and natural indicator of being alive in a resistant world. To go through life painlessly is to have not lived.”
I go for Shepherds Bush/Hammersmith.
How so? pxx
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