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But it really didn't take long for us to gel--we have a very similar sense of humour, and we'd remained friends since...actually, since the Saturday when we both worked at DCT and I turned up at John's flat looking for his flatmate with a half-bottle of vodka in my pocket. The flatmate wasn't there, so John and I drank the vodka and repaired to a tavern where John revealed his true competitive colours for the first time by challenging me to a drinking contest. I ended up spending the night in the cells for drunk and disorderly, while he went off with my girlfriend.

Male bonding, I think it's called





Great interview. He sounds like a cool guy to go drinking with. And I liked his SOTB stuff - that's where I first read his stuff.



Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi