It was the hottest day of the year 1999, but Adam was most definitely not partying. Adam was a thirteen-year-old acned and bespectacled teenager, and Adam was bored.
He wanted to ring Rob. Rob would know what to do. But Rob was still grounded from the last time they had both gotten ‘bored’ and attempted to drive Rob’s dad’s car. It had quite literally ended in tears. Rob’s dad’s tears.
Adam felt like doing something productive. His mother was always telling him to ‘do something productive’, so why not start now? After all, she got to where she was now by ‘being productive’.
Where exactly that was though, Adam was unsure. His mother described herself as ‘the journalist for the people’, but Adam got the impression that that wasn’t really a thing. He decided to investigate.
He knew where his mother kept her old articles, and so he snuck into her room and climbed onto a chair to reach the upper shelves of her wardrobe. I’ll just read one article, and then I’ll be inspired! He thought. He didn’t know why she kept them hidden away anyway, if she was so eager for him to follow in her footsteps. He was very mature. Everyone knew that adulthood began at thirteen anyway. He picked a paper at random, closed the wardrobe, and took it to his room. Settling himself down for a motivational experience, he found the marked page in the newspaper, and began to read the circled columns.
I’ve been too scared to admit this for a long time, but I think my husband might be having an affair. We have been married for 22 years (22 blissful years) but recently he hasn’t been behaving like himself. He does nothing but read the Telegraph and refuses to eat meat. Not only that, I found a tooth on his bedside table. It’s not one of his, and it certainly isn’t one of mine. I don’t know what to do. Please help.
I’m very sorry to hear about your predicament. A friend of mine actually went through something very similar not too long ago. But her story ended very gruesomely and so we shan’t delve into it now.
Have you considered taking the tooth in for examination? Though you must be awfully frightened, there is no need to jump to conclusions at this point in time. What makes you so sure that it is not your husband’s tooth? It is always possible that the tooth may belong to him, and that as a result of the distress of it falling out, he is avoiding tough, chewy meats, and reading copious amounts in order to replace the tooth-breaking foods with some ‘food for thought’. That, or he is involved in sexual relations with a female colleague, and is acting out some kind of sick and twisted Tooth Fairy fetish.
Either way you should probably just ask him. If you are too meek to do so, do write again and I will be able to put you in touch with some excellent dental radiographers.
I was just wondering if you had any tips for me to spice up my sex life. My partner and I were interested in trying something wild and crazy, and were wondering what you would suggest.
Thank you for your letter! Let me give you a detailed list of the things my husband and I have tried
'Spare some change, miss?'
I whirled round, surprised, sure that I recognised the voice. A man sat there elegantly cross-legged. Sure enough, it was Ainsley Harriott.
'Ainsley Harriott!' I said.
He grinned nervously, embarrassed to be recognised. ‘Spare some change darlin’?’
'But Ainsley!' I said.
By my misfortune, I had no spare change that day, but I told him to open his mouth, and as he did I popped my last wine gum in by way of an apology. ‘Why aren’t you on the telly Ainsley?’ I asked, closing his mouth for him. He had such soft skin.
'It's all a rota system love,' he said, while chewing.
'What is?' I said, wishing I had more wine gums left.
'The meals they cook. It's all done on a rota, between me, the chefs, the guests, the crew, and the audience that day. I had my turn a few months back. We're not allowed to eat anything else, so's we appreciate the flavours all the more and do that annoying thing where we talk with our mouths full. I haven't eaten in 230 days.'
'You poor thing!' I said, chuckling.
He smiled ruefully and nodded, surprisingly (or perhaps, unsurprisingly) still chewing.
'Ta-ra Ainsley', I said, and kissed him on the ear.
'Ta-ra,' he replied, spitting out the remains of the wine gum and placing them gingerly in a handkerchief. Saving them for later probably, I thought, and skipped off down the motorway.
anyway, i’m off too bed
cooooool! night night :)
15 minutes goes past and he is still online. Why did you put so many Os in ‘cool’? Are you ILL? Get a hold of yourself.
Probably just a Facebook glitch. He’ll be fast asleep by now, dreaming of you HA HA NOT REALLY BUT I WISH HE WAS SO BAD THO!
You shouldn’t have matched his kiss number either. Makes it look like you were tryna SAY summin’. Should’ve put one. Nah, not one… one looks like you’re trying to be coy, screams that you’re playing hard to get. Should’ve put three. NO, not three, what are you, some kind of slut? Noooo thank you.
He’s still online.
You click on his profile. Anything new? Nothing new. Check out a few photos. He looks goooood there. What are you doing? Stop this.
What was that funny thing he said earlier? Haha let me read the whole conversation and check
haha wehre do you find this stuff
i have my sources
anyway, i’m off too bed
cooooool! night night :)
Hmm. Maybe it was a different day.
Tum tee tum.
He’s still online.
Yep, still online.
It’s been 25 minutes WHY IS HE STILL ONLINE?
Should you say something? No, don’t be silly. How stalkerish. What could you possibly say without coming across insane.
Well, you could say something stupendously witty.
Tum tee tum…
OK SO OPTIONS
1) You there?
2) What are you still doing up!
3) Hi ;)
4) Thought you were going ‘too bed’ you dishonest illiterate fucktoad
You decide to go with 1). Maybe 5) when he responds
You wait a moment without breathing.
BOY is offline.
tip 5: most people are very boring. make friends with interesting people by avoiding people who use vowels in speech
do the end slices of bread get upset that they’re always left behind
do laptops get complacent if you always have them on charge
do wasps get irritated when they keep flying into windows
why do black females wear blusher?
- various letters from Loughborough University students, regarding popular music trends.
I’ve been told I’m like the Jeremy Clarkson of music expertise. Obviously I am not one to paddle down the mainstream and so I don’t know who that is. However I’m sure I’d be right to assume that he educates his fanbase with a unique blend of wit and knowledge, providing an uplifting and enlightening outlook on the human condition.
Hey L! What did you think of this week’s X Factor?
Hello Jamie. It’s funny that you ask! Unfortunately (or rather, fortunately, SNORT) I did not watch X Factor this week. Last week my housemate switched it on and I was so overcome with rage that I punched the glass out of our television set. Later that evening I painted a picture of a cow on its way to a slaughterhouse and stuck it where the glass used to be. (I’m sure I don’t need to explain that the cow represented real music and the slaughterhouse to which it trudged illustrated its killer; namely X Factor/Simon Cowell/Uri Gellar.
Hallo L! Who are your favourite band? :P
I’m slightly confused as to why you think that is a cheeky or innuendo-laced question, as indicated by your use of emoticon. Luckily for you I’ve decided to ignore it and not pre-judge you as a vacuous or uninteresting individual. For your information, my favourite band are a little-known collective by the name of The Beetles (not to be confused with the artist formerly known as Prince). They play pre-post-past dubstep mixed with vampire acoustic house, infused with Cuban influences that are reminiscient of 15th century Shrewsbury. Check them out on BandCamp (because SoundCloud is too mainstream).
I’m really into artists like Ed Sheeran, Adele and Ellie Goulding. Can you recommend me some new music along similar lines?
Sophie R., Waterways
Evening Sophie. I recommend you pour sizzling hot pig fat into your ears; I am confident that you will experience a similar sensation. Take care.
What was the last gig you saw?
Jayson Dehullio, Storer Road
How do you do Jayson? Interestingly, I have stopped going to see live music as I know I will undeniably be surrounded by crowds of hedonistic, over-sexed youth. I don’t know about you, but I remember the good old days of MTV. When you could switch on the tellybox and be content with the vision of Sunday School children performing Handel symphonies on hand-made glockenspiel. Saying that, last week a man on the platform at Cockfosters performed the national anthem by whistling through the holes in his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, and I have to say it was rather rousing indeed.
I’m going on a first date with a guy and I want to impress him by taking him to see a cool and indie gig so that he’ll know I’m cool and indie. What do you suggest?
Jezebel, Granville Street
Morning Jezebel, you’re looking very… healthy. To you I say this - if you insist on creating a false persona for this unsuspecting fellow who probably deserves much better, go right ahead. However if your conscience ever decides to rear its ugly head, first tell it to wear less make-up, and then listen to it when it tells you to consider staying in tonight and thinking about your principles.
Right ‘L’. What makes you think that you know so much about, as you call it, ‘real’ music, that you should be provided with such a platform to preach? In all honesty I think that you are an embarrassment to true music fans everywhere.
Norris McWhirter, David Collett Hall
Dear Norris. It’s funny you ask that, I asked myself the same thing once. Luckily I quickly realized how foolish such a question was, and released a hearty guffaw. For those whose brains are yet to catch up with what their hearts are telling them: I am one of the few in this vicinity who can give your souls key that opens the gate that surrounds the palace that is the home to my treasure chest of musical knowledge. You’re welcome.
Facebook is a weapon the self-indulgent youth use in the war against reality. True, I was one once, but I feel I’ve grown enough to look back and laugh at how much time I spent on it, how much effort we ALL put into it, how much meaning we gave to it. It’s a virtual life; we laugh at people who obsess over SecondLife but we’re doing the same thing ourselves. Rather than complaining or bragging about the things we want to do or have done, why don’t we just do them and LET IT BE?
p.s. It’s pretty good for easy communication though I guess.
p.p.s. I will probably be spending all my time on Twitter and tumblr from now on.
edit: 27/3 i’ve been forced to reactivate due to pressure from governments.* (*friends who are too lazy to RING ME ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU GUYS!)