Reviews

Post an evening out, my first in a while, (and after I have apologised to everyone present), I am sent a text message.

It advises me that I am "categorically banned" from unsupervised contact with a person in attendance, and further describes said person as pompous, boring, rude, with no sense of humour or self depracation, who "treats me like crap", and described as "not just a cunt, but a dull cunt, which is much much worse."  Best of all, this is not just one person's opinion, but several.

I have been merrily sitting here pissing myself with laughter, not just because of the "two children hence bladder incontinence" thing, but also because, for the longest time, everytime that person was upset I took full and complete blame.

I kept blaming myself for my horrible crime, long since over but always dragged out like the obligatory stereotyped working class bloke on Radio 4, screws turned to make me feel shit about it, a hundred years later when the pulse had ended on it so long ago it just needed to be buried because it was just stinking up the room.  

I always thought that it was me that was the cunt. Turns out - not so much.

It's a small thing, but it may have just bolstered my confidence as much as it deflated it at the time. Even?  I reckon, though I doubt I'll hear the end of this as it's pretty uncomfortable to take a proper look at yourself.  Isn't it?