Never mind, I got it, but now am more puzzled than before.
Wqugh was an English novelist with penchant for vicious satire and bizarrely comic characters.
I don’t know if this question is sincere or not, but on the offchance that it is, Waugh was the author of Brideshead Revisited and lots of other fine books. I think gobear would see you as a character in Waugh’s (brilliant) 1930s satire Scoop, about a (hapless) reporter sent to a mythical African country during its civil war.
No it was serious, although I rec. the books. Sorry, my inclinations in literature ran away from English.
Now I am not sure what to make of the connexion. I think I may be vaugely put down.
'Tis ok, Coll, I am still in the Graham Greene camp (circa The Heart of the Matter).
Yes, Scoop was the book I was alluding to (“Up to a point, my Lord”–hee hee).
I could see Col in The Heart of the Matter, although his thread about the neighbors makes me think more of Brown in The Comedians.
Nah, not putting you down, Col, just some gentle ribbing.
Bah, Bah I say.
Although this reminds me… the fucking cars are back.
I am still wondering as to the developments on Friday in jjimm’s office.
Me, too. I have been following this thread with extremely guilty interest. I don’t want to add anything that might incriminate me, but suffice to say, watching tax lawyers attempt to flirt is an experience I would have gladly paid for.
I have one friend who is particularly inept in social situations, to the point that he has self-diagnosed himself with Asperger’s. He’s full of shit, of course, he just lacks normal human capacity to think before he talks.
We were in this downtown bar once, during my “single and angry” period, having a pretty heated conversation about something fencing-related. He noticed that these two extremely attractive women were looking over at us occasionally from another table. He asked me to back him up in a flirting attempt, and I just told him something like, “no way, you asshole, you are fucking wrong about Monsieur L’Abbat.” So he shrugs and takes care of business himself.
He gets up, walks over to their table, and in a fit of social dysfunction, asks them if they believe that the Kennedy assassination was a conspiracy covered up by the government. This did not strike me as the thing to ask college girls with multiple piercings each. I would have fled to the bathroom, but I say, I was rooted to the spot.
Somehow he got them to join our table, and even got phone numbers out of them. I suppose I should not be surprised that they never called him back.
Fencing related? In a bar? Arguing?
Ok, I should clarify. It was really early. We were the only ones there for at least an hour or two, so we figured we would have some time to bullshit before we had to go to work, as it were.
Well you know I fence, but I can never recall arguing about it in a bar(*), good lord you did need a woman.
[sub]*: However I readily confess my drinking habits allow that I may have but do not recall [/sub]
Yes, Coll, yes I did. That was well over a year ago, and life has gotten so much better since. And I suspect we were arguing over fencing due to the happy hour specials. Ordinarily I show a little more restraint.
Well the answer to those interested in the continuing narrative is, well, not a lot. We all went to the pub on Friday after work, and she left early. That was it.
Well, I used to work with a bunch of tax lawyers, and they actually weren’t half bad in the flirting department, even the married ones (or maybe especially the married ones). But then they were all various Latin Americans, so maybe that cancelled out the tax lawyer part.
I am Fernando, the hot Latin love machine. Our passion can know no bounds, our love will live on through eternity, and we will never be apart. Also I can file your 13-D forms.
Hey jjimm, any action on the Eastern Front? Has the obnoxious flirting subsided?
It has a bit - so far it’s just been “good morning” in a silly voice as he passed one way, and nothing at all on the way back. I’m wondering if there was some kind of rebuff that I didn’t see, or whether she’s vaguely involved with someone else from the geek department.
Hah, vindicated!
Methinks my mind is getting dirtier, because I read that as “vaginally involved with someone from the geek department.”
What a lovely euphemism.
Since this has resurected, jjimm is there any news of the lovely couple? Are they getting married yet?