A Crack at The Dame

I'm pleased to be able to announce The Dame's departure, her emancipation from the mind-clamp, the vortex that is Crackalicious.

Yes, I had the privelege of being able to meet and dine (though Pizza Hut isn't anything outstanding for my sort of foodie you realise) with Crackie. She is attractive yes, but with the voice of a bloke. And she smokes an awful lot. And she declared 'I just don't read' in the middle of a book discussion. I felt betrayed. It made me realise just how important culture is, or being cultured. You couldn't do that with Crackalicious. In fact, you couldn't really do much, apart from lick, finger and hand her a Marlboro light (in that order).

Exactly why The Dame seems so intent on lusting after her is beyond me. She is a straight looking confused lesbian with a floral pink pvc bag from New Look to match and prove it. It's almost as though she is clutching her heterosexuality under her left arm just in case somebody might mug her and run away with the blasted thing. Of course, she has yet to realise that New Look gave these bags away half price last summer.

Anyways..I mustn’t let myself get flustered. It's just The Dame deserves much better. And The Dame is confusing longing with being made a fool of. And we won't have it!

Last night, Crackalicious, myself, The Dame and two others (one of whom looked like she'd stepped off the sets of Eastenders and just made it in time for our gathering.)

There are some people in this world who will always see lust as a game of chess to be won. And there are those who will be willing to lose over and over for the chance to let somebody else win. And The Dame is the latter. Somebody needs to inform her, that sometimes in this life, we need to win for it to mean anything. And whenever I’m losing at a game of chess I can't help but want to throw the silly game into the bin.

So, The Dame has started to come to terms with her fate. In a text earlier this morning she explains 'The Dames love affair with Crack (first name terms are never a good thing) is now over, as she is tired of wanting and not getting!. Too much mental energy is being expended which could be put to better use!'

Hear Hear!

Of course, each rejection is a blessing, let's not forget. Each no is the seedling to a yes tree.
And another interesting fact about last night. After my departure, the remaining group of whores queued up outside G-A-Y in the hope of seeing Will Young perform. And they were refused entry for appearing to be 'too straight' (ugh!). The bouncers refused to recognise them as 'regulars' or 'members', but we all know what that means.

Once again, the straight girl ruined The Dame's mood. Damn the straight girls. Should be hung, all of them!

It's strange. Now that Crackalicious is out of the picture. Or rather, her bush is, it feels like we can see clearly. This is the end of blindness. We venture forward. The Dame and I are moving on.