The scatter cushion approach.

[the monkey reminds himself not to think, but just to blog]

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I was recently advised, twice, that I should write a letter with regards to a personal matter. To whom and about what isn't necessarily relevant here. The first time it was suggested, I dismissed it out of hand, what's the point? I asked myself, I have nothing to say particularly, certainly nothing that the recipitant would want to hear.
The second time it was suggested, a couple of months later, I asked myself the same question and found that the answer wasn't necessarily the same as before, and if two close confidentes had suggested the same thing, then maybe they were right.
I began to write the letter.
23 hand written pages later, I realised I had too much to say. It had turned into a novella or something equally silly. It now resides in the botom of a bin bag on a landfill somewhere.*

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TankGirl. She's 22, which is way too young for me and gayer than I am but she has the sweetest tattoo in the small of her back, kinda shares my perspective on the world and has proved herself to be 'on the team' in various ways.
Its been over a week now that we've been 'seeing' each other, she's already told her mum about me in some detail and has referred to me as her boyfriend to some other lad. Alarm bells ring somewhere in the distance, maybe, but they are drowned out by something I have not heard before..

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Someone sat down opposite me in a pub the other day. He told me I was being evicted from Chambers. Someone had read it on my blog and told him. Being all loved up at the time, I smiled and told him I knew already. Its my Chambers and my blog.

*Any similarity to actual people or actual events or actual letters is purely coincimental.