"hi grilly. Paul is coming down to see me tonight, wanna come to pub with us?"
I am not sure if paul is even coming. he's got a nasty habit of turning me down. i'll let you know a bit later."
"the fucker is not coming down anyway. just stupid of me to think he'd come and not mess it up."
at which point, i invited her round with promise of "tea and conversation". and what a lovely evening we had.
street fighter2 pics 'are in the post', in my imagination.