Posts by Emma Hart
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He was a friend of Chris Trotter's and used to hang out in the corner bar of the Cook as part of that crowd.
Kyle, can you just look over into that corner in your memory, and then answer me this question: are there any chicks?
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Just wondering if anyone else has remained suitless.
My partner. I was going to say "every man I've ever owned", but in fact my ex-husband had a tail-coat.
Did anyone else find it disturbing to discover Emma drinks instant coffee?
Just had one now. And in another minute, if I want, I can have another one. I do have a large stash of Eden's wonderful plunger coffee, but there's not point wasting that drinking it before my taste buds are awake.
So people become multi-class? You have to start at zero XP in the new class, though.
Yes, and yes. But there are particular abilities and advantages that can transfer across both classes and really help out, like being observant, and a good mimic, and having great boobies.
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Really? My Nanna and the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire had one thing in common -- the firm belief that spending money upfront on something comfortable, practical and stylish that would last several decades before turning to rags was eminently sensible.
Really. While the dress is awesome, it's not practical. Also, my Nanna didn't really believe in buying clothes from shops. You did for yourself. But she disapproved of this in the same way as she disapproved of The Beetles and Catholicism - on moral grounds. So also, by her standards, the dress is indecent. She had the furious moral practicality of the working-class Protestant.
Like Isabel, our family has sort of bobbed around on the class border for the last couple of generations. My mother was a teacher, and her first husband a pilot, but when he died she was left with three pre-schoolers and a family who wouldn't support her. So they lived on a Widow's Benefit.
Then she married my father, a butcher until his alcoholism meant he could no longer work. During my lifetime, until her retirement my mother worked in the laundry at an old people's home.
My partner's parents had a similar 'downward through misfortune' path. Tertiary education of any kind is rare in both our families. Our son has an unconscious assumption of entitlement to university that neither of us did. (I got to go to university solely because of a bequest from my father's Uncle Charlie, whom I've only recently realised lived with another "uncle" who was not his brother. The money was given to me in order to hide it from my father so he couldn't drink it.)
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Yeah, that's not a thread-jack, that's awesome.
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Scored 29 on that test. But much of how I am in social situations depends on my mood. Sometimes very exuberant, other times very quiet. I don't think I'm alone in that.
Yeah, because I remember Rob well from the Welly launch, and I don't believe we were behaving like a pair of 29s. But then, by that stage of the evening, I was camped out with My People, under which circumstances I become an extrovert. A drunken slutty extrovert.
(Also, I am now about to put on some Billy Idol and chair-dance.)
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And 'She Bop' is about wanking, right? Those 80s popsters! So risque!
But Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself, that IS about wanking, right?
Also pro-dancing. For my 21st birthday I made four C90 mix-tapes, and danced every single song.
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But why rule out half the population as possible friends? And why can't you make an emotional connection with someone without having sex?
See, I think one of the reasons I find it so boggling is that I'm bisexual. I'd have to rule out the ENTIRE population as friends.
Are you hitting on me by suggesting we should have babies together so they'd have a chance of having a normal ego?
Have you been drinking, Jo?
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Alcohol works because it makes you convince yourself that everyone wants to sleep with you, and therefore everyone is desperately interested in everything you have to say, no matter what it is.
See, I can really only socially function on the basis of the belief that no-one wants to sleep with me.
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There was a conversation between Mum, and a gentleman of Emma's acquaintance, that made _me_ blush.
I feel compelled to point out that "a gentleman of Emma's acquaintance" is one of the few things on this page that isn't a euphemism. My friendship with the gentleman in question even survived my drunken use of the phrase "If it wasn't for my husband and my boyfriend I'd fucking have you", or words to that effect.
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Even reading the words 'organised expressive roleplay' sends a cold shiver down my spine.
While 'everyone take a turn' makes me want to flee in terror, I can do "organised expressive roleplay". What I can't do, is do it without totally taking the piss.