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Ψάξε με μες στο σκοτάδι...

Για ένα πουκάμισο αδειανό, για μια Ελένη...

: ... περίμενα από τον Απρίλη του 2024 μια απάντηση για το αν θα βγούμε : ένα ναι της : οι μήνες πέρναγαν : εγώ εκεί : στο φτωχικό μου δωμάτιο τσέκαρα το bumble και περίμενα... : οι σκέψεις να με βασανίζουν... έκανα κάτι λάθος? : ένα 'ποτέ λες να τα πούμε' έστειλα : είχα χάσει πια κάθε ελπίδα : είχα αποφασίσει να αφήσω το μάταιο αυτό Λονδίνο, κυνηγημένος από την ατέρμονη θλίψη : κάπου που η θυμιση της δεν θα με άγγιζε : Χιλή, μαγαδασκαρη, Γουατεμάλα, κάπου... : και, εκεί, έρχεται η ειδοποίηση από το Hinge : 'Eleni likes you' - Ρε μαλακα? αυτή δεν είναι η τύπισσα που μιλαγες κάτι βδομάδες και με το που της έγραψες να βγείτε εξαφανίστηκε? ρωτάει ο sen_saven τον φίλο του ενώ λιαζοντουσαν στο Paternoster Square... - Για φέρε, λέει, και αρπάζει το κινητό... Αυτή είναι! - Ναι, που χε κάνει τα ίδια και σε μένα πριν κάνα δυο χρόνια που σου χα πει... Τι γέλιο έχει να πέσει τώρα... :)

Batteries fair PV

I bought a radio. I came back from Greece the other day and it felt silent. Too silent. Outside of my Greek flat I could listen to the rough Aegean winds (aka meltemia), various sounds in the building, stray cats having sex... all that jazz. Here, nothing. I negotiated the situation with AI, we agreed on a dab radio. Non negotiable: a remote, I come home, click a button, sounds appear. The radio appears two days later, batteries not included. I check, I didn't have these tiny AAA ones. Will buy them tomorrow with rest of the groceries. Sainsbury's local, I am having some cold, not worth to walk all the way to B&Q. - Do you have batteries? - Yes, we do, these are behind the counter, next to the cigarettes. - (It's just batteries, which so much protection) me thinks. Thanks, will check. - Please give me some AAA batteries, I request, having bought the rest of the groceries. - Well, we have only package of eight, the lady starts mumbling guiltily. - I only nee...

God is an Englishman by R.F. Delderfield

Just ten pages left, you can do it, told to myself at p. 660... but even this, was nothing like a strong sense of relief... everything has to be watered down in this little nostalgic Delderfield world, even the end of boredom itself. I delved into Delderfield's books straight after the Luxembourgish chaos; all this normality overdose was truly needed - loved every single reference to the train commuters from south east London to the City (myself reading about them while on the very same train route 120 years later was expectedly soothing). But I now think I have paid my time; I won't have to read the other two Swann Saga books, Charles Dickens is the way ahead - Actually, the most dramatic scene of the book was real event which gave Dickens an eternal train hatred. Delderfield-wise, it was nothing serious, of course, just the main hero losing a leg in a train accident while saving his family, but, you guessed it right, there was a happy ending, with the hero becomi...

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The Jilters

1. The M oney-Minded London, ten years ago: Sen_saven is about to have a (shaky) wedding and is frantically looking up England’s divorce laws: “What’s the deal man, why is it so bad for men?” he asks a friend at the pub. “Well, we had a woman prime minister (Thatcher) for so many years, what did you expect…” “I’ll get a prenup!” “Yeah, sure, go for a prenup,” a random nearby guy throws in. “The judge will tell you that your prenup looks absolutely marvelous, but everything’s gonna be split in HALF … I’m a lawyer, I see it every single day…” “At least you’re lucky,” sen_saven continues with his friend, “your wife makes more than you, so you won’t have a problem whatever happens…” London, now “I’ve already given 45 grand to lawyers,” says the friend. “What? How?!” asks sen_saven, stunned. “Well, even just an email is £50, it adds up.” “But what’s she asking for? She makes more…” “Yeah, but from what everyone’s telling me, she’s probably attacking ...