The Facts

Saturday 27th Jan 07
DM – I’m in town for a couple of weeks. What happens now is your call.

OG – You’re a fucker DM! Why does it always have to be down to me? By “in town” you mean where?

DM – Because you’re the one making a big deal of it. I’m in the UK with a car, why does it matter where?

OG – It doesn’t really. I wasn’t aware I was making a big deal of it anymore? If you want to see me then I’m happy to do so. Your call now

DM – Yeah, maybe. I’ll think about it.

Sunday 28th Jan 07
(With a pre-planned babysitter and no immediate plans (long story)…)

OG – Are you busy tonight?

DM – Yeah, sorry. Meeting with S and D for dinner. I’m in Paris until Thursday. Next weekend is open!

OG – Ok. Will have to be Sat then. I’m busy Fri. Enjoy Paris

(frustrated crying scene deleted).


1 week, 4 sunbeds, 0 calories, 1 haircut, 300 aimless driving miles, and 3 zillion cigarettes later…

Saturday 3rd Feb 07
@ 2pm
OG – Are we meeting tonight?

@ 4pm
DM - Don’t know.

OG – Well make a decision…

@5.30pm
OG – I don’t know why you bothered contacting me to then do this, but it’s obviously more to do with you than anything to do with me. You know where I am and you could come fix it anytime, but you haven’t. So I’ll make it easier for both of us… I give up! You can say I didn’t love you enough. You get to be right. Happy now? I hope you find what you’re looking for, but that’s obviously not me, so please don’t contact me again