Spinsterella

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Liars, Lunatics and Lush old pissheads

And so to That London for reasons I can’t tell you about because it’s against my Strict Editorial Policy (but let me just drop the broad hint that it wasn’t quite this bad, and at least I managed to show up on the right day).

While in that neck of the woods I met up with West London's Most Eligible Bachelor and we ate uncomplicated carbs, drank booze and set the world to rights. Which mainly involved tales of backpacking derring-do, a ‘who’s got the maddest family’ competition, and some very important discussion of where the blogging persona ends and the real person begins.

We also established that I don’t really want a boyfriend so I should stop bloody moaning.

Right.

OK.

(What’m I s’posed to blog about then?)

21 Comments:

  • Do you not want a boyfriend really?

    By Anonymous looby, at 8:17 PM  

  • You could blog about where the blogging persona ends and the real person begins. Because damned if I know. My blogging persona is definitely real Valerie, but it's probably only a percentage of complete Valerie.

    Or bird flu. Don't you have that in your topic somewhere? Yeah, that's it, blog about bird flu.

    By Blogger Valerie, at 10:16 PM  

  • Please can you and LC end up together, Spinny...?

    The perfect "ending"* for all us loyal lurkers...

    Ahhh.

    (Oh, and please keep blogging. Ta!)

    x


    * Or beginning...

    (Oh, and I've just realise that the "ending" looked quite innuendo-y... Take it as you will. Er, etc.)

    By Anonymous dolly, at 11:15 PM  

  • Cats. Very spinsterish.

    By Blogger Sassy Sundry, at 12:31 AM  

  • (What’m I s’posed to blog about then?)

    You could start with a post about those 'legal highs' you mentioned - they sound great.

    By Blogger LC, at 7:52 AM  

  • No of course I don't want a boyfriend.

    Where blogging persona ends - I think Patroclus has already got that one covered

    cats - I don't like animals. Actually, I don't mind cats, but NOT IN MY HOUSE

    legal highs - ooh - they're quite good. You can buy then in any shop that sells fireworks.

    Oh, and Hello Dolly!

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 9:40 AM  

  • perhaps you really don't want a bf, but you definately whinge about not getting any, so maybe all you want is the occasional, NSA shag?

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 10:30 AM  

  • My blogging persona and the real person are very separate. They even have different names.

    By Blogger Billy, at 11:47 AM  

  • My blogging persona and my real persona are absolutely 100% the same. Except the bit about being a triffid.

    By Blogger Wyndham, at 12:34 PM  

  • Isn't Dolly off Hello! Dolly a matchmaker? I'd be careful Spin - she'll probably start trying to marry you off to a nice Jewish boy (nothing wrong with nice Jewish boys of course, but if you prefer the single life ...)

    By Blogger Betty, at 12:56 PM  

  • I've already had a couple of nice Jewish boys Betty. Turns out they weren't so nice after all.

    Good-looking though. Fucking hell, really good-looking (if you're into that dark, dark eyes and jet-black curly hair which I certainly am. That Sasha Baron Cohen? *would*).

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 1:19 PM  

  • Blog about nothing. It worked for Seinfeld.

    By Blogger Quote, at 4:28 PM  

  • Works for me, too.

    By Blogger dive, at 7:41 PM  

  • I like stuff about blogging personas, so I'd be very happy to read your thoughts about that, Spin. But then I just like reading your blog in general, whatever you're writing about.

    Which reminds me, that appalling 'What I Don't Understand About Men' (or whatever it's called) column in the Guardian Weekend (or is it the Observer Mag?) that you rightly slagged off once, and rightly said you could do a much better job - it hasn't improved any, has it? Appalling.

    By Blogger patroclus, at 9:40 PM  

  • Oh god, where the blogging persona ends... somebody who reads my blog asked me in the pub recently "what the hell are you going to make a film about? Your handbag?" I was gobsmacked.

    And, as I said over at LC's place, for some reason I always thought you two were RL friends.

    By Blogger Annie Rhiannon, at 11:13 AM  

  • Hello Betty (and Spinny!)...

    Isn't it awful how we (I?) want everything to be all neatly tied up?

    I am single too, and get v. offended when people try to do the matchmaking thing...

    If I wanted to be with someone... (etc)

    Oops.

    By Anonymous dolly, at 4:35 PM  

  • oh for FUCKS SAKE!
    could you at least have gone down on the man or something? been friendly?
    *tearing hair*
    these days its fashionable and all to meet and fellate fellow bloggers.
    hello? llewtrah? billy? slurker? IC?
    now you are unfashionable AND single.
    geeze!
    (the tension here waiting for you to get seen to is UNBEARABLE.)

    By Blogger First Nations, at 12:10 AM  

  • yes, I still passionatley hate that Guardian column. Astonishingly, it's gotten worse over the weeks.

    And Annie - meself and lc did meet for the first time nearly a year ago, so you're on the right track.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 10:50 AM  

  • It begs the question whether blogging life and real life should mix at all. Everyone's doing all this projecting on here which is much more difficult when you have a flesh and blood person in front of you.

    By Blogger realdoc, at 3:08 PM  

  • when i was twelve i met on holiday and subsequently went out with the bloke who writes with and produces sasha baron cohen. i expect he's much richer these days. and he probably wears nicer trousers.

    By Blogger surly girl, at 7:28 PM  

  • Alternative theory: You actually do want a boyfriend, but your grumbling inner feminist is refusing to let you believe that's what you really want.

    By Blogger LC, at 4:28 PM  

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