Well, what better way to start the week than with some bolo-aided cyber-flirting (check out the comments to ‘Moody Face’) and two of my three flatmates at each other’s throats. Being the diplomatic tolerator that I am, I have tried to keep things chilled and at the relevant level (they have escalated from theft of butter) but soon I may just let them go all out, and enjoy the spectacle with my bucket of popcorn. In the blue corner, I give you, Ignacio! A firey spaniard from the bowels of the basque region, normally so chilled out he is horizontal, but prone to boughts of paranoia and anxiety (he blazes like an olympic champion). And in the red corner, we have Sebastien! The most french frenchman I have ever encountered. This man is french, stringent in order, and precise. Like a good Fromage de Chèvre au Miel. As you can imagine, they rub each other up entirely the wrong way, and it has now reached the point where they communicate formal matters by email. Only time will tell what will happen. But I’m keeping my options open, and if necessary will plan for a hasty escape. I will keep bolo informed.
Hmm something strange is happening. Bolo believed that it was October the 11th at 2:57 am at the time of your post, but it’s not. By my watch it is currently 15:41 on the 10th of October, but it thinks it’s about 3:48 on the 11th. I will try to fix this.
Still, it’s nice to read prognostications from the future once in a while and good to know from your post Breakingstein and from telephone conversations over the weekend (or perhaps in the future again) that various of the bolo community are as ever surrounded by madness, fears and insecurity. Hurrah