Jeez. The last potential
date slid into the sunset; well he is still around but I am listening to my gut
– and my gut says run.
I went to Ballarat the other weekend and came home with a
stack of records. One was from 1985 - “Do
Re Mi (Deborah Conway) - "Man Overboard" 1985.
I mentioned to the record shop guy (who is 46) that I had
purchased it and he laughed and mentioned his father had been in a long term relationship
with Deborah Conway. He had played
around her in the end and she’d written a song about it. His dad owned some large band venue in Sydney…
Yeah. Tree. Apple.
Not winning me over here… And the
gut is already swirling. I hate it when
people call me Darl… or Honey… it’s stupid.
Okay that isn’t a great reason to kick someone to the kerb but I’m
sticking to it!
Every so often, one comes along that you just click
with. The base player was one; until he
turned out to be a dick. Wanting me to
go away for the weekend five seconds in and being snooty when I said no. Weird really.
Now there is a 51 yo Theatre Technician who has zoomed up
the ranks to first place. His first
email had my heart thumping. Hell, it
was well written – he used punctuation for crying out loud! He works in my industry. He’s smart.
Funny. Has a vinyl collection!
What the Hell will be wrong with this one…
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!