Return of The Dame

Written by The Dame...

Shit on The Dame...sorry, The Dame - shit on again

You might be inclined to think that what follows is inconceivable. I wish it was but it really isn't.

I have been faced with some pretty sobering moments at work over the last few months. A punch in the chops, being confronted by a man with a kitchen knife, a good fight and chasing/flooring a man who decided to run away from me could all be described as such moments. However, none of these things come close to the mesmerising sobering moment of having Beatrice tell me (mid cuddle in bed) that she has been sleeping with my housemate behind my back. Such a confession has the ability to shatter the (un)reality you have been living in, prompting a feeling of complete deception from two people you really quite liked and trusted, and initiating a move to another pile of bricks in work town.

Its funny how such things can ruin the mood and ironic that my world, again, came crashing down in the exact same spot it did with a certain medical professional.

The Dame has all the luck.