Monday, September 12, 2005

I Am Not A Number

But it turns out I soon will be...just another statistic.

Cheers.

Posted by patroclus at 20:21

14 comments:

James Henry said...

Oh lordy. I may come to London to take away your Lambchop CD's for the forseeable.

September 12, 2005 9:06 PM
Anonymous said...

There are worse numbers to be a part of I guess.

September 12, 2005 9:29 PM
patroclus said...

Ahh, the Lambchop CDs are fine. (Very fine indeed, as it happens. Highly recommended, in fact.) I didn't really explain very well, I don't think. It's not exactly news - well, not to me anyway - just kind of official now.

September 12, 2005 9:41 PM
h said...

I suppose we could feel special because we are so far down the bottom bell curve on length of time - 11.5 years average!! We were out for a duck.

September 12, 2005 10:53 PM
cello said...

We're all part of some sort of statistic. I'm part of the 47% of women over a size 16. I think yours is more glamorous.

September 12, 2005 11:27 PM
Wyndham said...

Been there and done that statistic. Now I'm working very hard on getting my IQ stat up above 70.

September 13, 2005 10:15 AM
h said...

There are a lot of words I would use to describe getting divorced - glamorous is not one of them.

September 13, 2005 1:27 PM
surly girl said...

yup, me too...my divorce is going through at the moment. isn't it fun? i love all the sustained silences, interspersed with flurries of paperwork and bickering.

and i had to sign a piece of paper saying i am an adulterous slut. which cheered me up no end.

September 13, 2005 4:33 PM
patroclus said...

Yes surly, it's all endless fun and glamour, isn't it? I'm surprised Heat haven't phoned me up yet.

September 13, 2005 4:46 PM
surly girl said...

hahaha...am sure boyd hilton's dithering over whether to run with your divorce or jordan's wedding....

on receiving the accolade of divorced lady i believe it's traditional to purchase an animal-print top that displays crepey cleavage to its best advantage and trawl local "nightclubs" in packs, looking for unsuitably young men to sleep with.

at least that's what it looks like every weekend in my town. heaven help me.

September 13, 2005 10:42 PM
patroclus said...

Well, that's made me feel a whole lot better about everything. I wonder if I can still get my snakeskin top back from Oxfam. Shudder.

September 14, 2005 4:18 AM
Unknown said...

I always like that VW ad from the 90s with the "Young at Heart" popular ditty playing along as a woman drove away from court with "JUST DIVORCED" on her car. Have you considered something similar?

September 14, 2005 4:32 PM
patroclus said...

Right, so I now have no choice but to drive around the cattle markets of West London in a VW Golf, dressed like Bet Lynch and listening to the Bluebells? This is clearly going to be a life-changing experience. And not in a good way.

September 14, 2005 4:43 PM
LC said...

I am interested to learn more about these west London cattle markets - please send details to my email: desperatethirtysomething@leftontheshelf.com

September 14, 2005 11:56 PM

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