Viv, it turns out, was the bloke she went travelling with. Of course I had forgotten this, of course I didn't give this away. Great big lovely dinner of food and went to bed satisfied and not a little drunk. Lots of 'missed you's' and talk of having to do more stuff together that I didn't expect, which indicates that Not-Quite-Girlfriend is looking to drop...
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My not-quite-girlfriend is back from her European jaunt today and has invited me for dinner "as Viv will still be in town". Dinner is good, and considering the length of our not-quite-relationship, vastly overdue, but is the Viv thing something I am supposed to remember as important? Is her mother called Viv and she is so beyond familial roles that she calls her parents by...
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So today I post my first journal entry. I am in the zone for words, having fired off several lecturing emails to late contributors to the website and written a review of Tiny Dancer (Better than For Lovers, not as good as Lost in the Supermarket, in essence). This weekend I am mostly conquering my fear of posting on messageboards on the internet by adopting...
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