From The Neck Up (or, I Thought He Had A Brain The Size Of A Planet But In Fact It Was Only His Head)

Chatting to a colleague.  I learned that she teaches a dance class in the evenings.  I have been looking (not very hard, but intermittently) for a dance class.  I’m too fat though, and unfit.  No one will want to dance with me.  I won’t be able to do it. Continue reading From The Neck Up (or, I Thought He Had A Brain The Size Of A Planet But In Fact It Was Only His Head)

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Contempt: the Relationship Canary

I froze.  The man on the radio said his research enabled him to predict, within half an hour of listening to them talking, which couples would split.  And the killer clue was: contempt.   Continue reading Contempt: the Relationship Canary