I like my women the way I like my kebab. Found by surprise
after a drunken night out and covered in too much tahini. Before too long I’ll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you’re the perfect compliment to a perfect evening. Man, 32. Rarely produces winning metaphors. Box no. 04/08.
on 23 March 2005 at 15:58
it makes you wonder why he thought the LRB was a suitable medium. I may be intrigued enough to meet him because of that. Adding swiftly, that it would only be an idea given that I’m a respectable married woman and wouldn’t do that sort of thing. Well, I’m married.
on 23 March 2005 at 15:59
But I’m not, Heather, and he sounds like my kind of guy.
on 23 March 2005 at 16:02
Yes, HJB, I know, appalling. Kate, am duly appalled. A kebab lover?!
on 23 March 2005 at 17:38
I’m duly hanging my head in shame. But am still strangely drawn to him.
on 24 March 2005 at 08:02
Kate, snap out of it! Now, quick, before you turn into a kebab.
on 24 March 2005 at 09:48
Argh! When you put it like that…
on 24 March 2005 at 09:51
What’s wrong with kebab, Kbabes? 😐
on 24 March 2005 at 12:44
Nothing really, but I wouldn’t want to be one.
on 24 March 2005 at 15:47
A prize to the first person to use the word “skewer” in his/her comment.
on 29 March 2005 at 20:35
No Kate, you wouldn’t. Down Jack. FT, there’ll be trouble – have you fixed your email yet?
on 04 April 2005 at 04:18
If you fix your e-mail, would it then be called an e-unuch?
on 05 April 2005 at 08:37
Look, is it fixed or not?
on 06 April 2005 at 20:11
Oh, sorry. I’ve a new address. Didn’t you get my email?
on 09 April 2005 at 14:10
No. Resend please…