All The People I've Ever Loved

[hpmons]

tittybum

[vrailaine]

is this not meant to be a "people I like" sort of thread?

eg. I love that girl in lectures who sits to the far front right of every lecture no matter how crowded it is that no one seems to know(she's not in my head).

[Small Man Big Horse]

Those people have terrible taste though.  Self-indulgent? Why would you want someone to be self-indulgent? Its just w*nky nonsense. That just encourages them to write more w*nky nonsense about crap and it just goes on and on.  Reinforcing the idea that the individual has something of worth to say.

I genuinely thought the post was both funny and endearing, and it's a shame others didn't join in. And I'm surprised by the identities of the taggers. Both of them are going to get quite a

Spoiler alert

sexy, but ultimately disappointing

[close]

surprise later on tonight.

Edit: And I wouldn't say you were naive btw. Just not as bitter and twisted as the rest of us. ;)

[vrailaine]

And I'm surprised by the identities of the taggers

You can see taggers identities?

The whole tag thing is stupid though.

[hpmons]

bumbumtitty

[non capisco]

Self-indulgent? Why would you want someone to be self-indulgent?

Because the right kind of self-indulgence (I include your posts in this, hpmons, especially the thread you started about talking to strangers which is a recent example of the type of thing I'm thinking about) is what General Bullshit at its best is all about, IMO. I like reading all about your lives, in a purely non-stalkerish fashion y'understand. I'm not even sure what self indulgence means in this instance, is it just talking about yourself? In which case without self indulgence this forum would have been a tenth as entertaining. For one, you wouldn't have had that story about the communal wank cabin.

[The Boston Crab]

'Naive' to think that people won't have a pop at you for being honest about certain things.

Also, stop moaning. You'll be all right tomorrow. Go do something else.

[rudi]

I really enjoyed the original post. Don't even read the miserable tag cunts, mon. Seriously, fuck 'em. Utter Shit hasn't done anything except piss on people's fires for a month or so, so no surprise there. The HAHA RAPE tags are a hangover from me being followed around by people I can't even be bothered to name. Ahhhhh, fuck 'em; more please, petal.

[hpmons]

Sorry, it always takes aaaaaages to get out of a mood, and I'm always such a whiny bitch anyway.  Its hard to suppress the inner whiny bitch.  I've got this far anyway



But I keep pausing and fading.

_{To be fair, this is essentially just like someone going "Oh I'm so hideous!" just so everyone can go "No you're not, you're so pretty!" or "Oh, Im such a terrible person", "No you're not, you're really nice".}

I'll shut up.

[Why I Hate Tables]

Shame this thread has turned into complaining about cunty tags, the original post is worth reading. The problem isn't miserable bastards knocking around, but ultimately passive-aggressive miserable bastards who like broadcasting their opinion but don't enjoy admitting that they have one.

[biggytitbo]

All the things she said, All the things she said
Running through my head, Running through my head!!!

[vrailaine]

It'd be much easier to understand who people meant if they used their usernames instead of big long descriptions of their actions.

I love the person in Tesco who's job is to observe the electronic checkouts that actually helps out people when they do something wrong... most the people on that position just stand there scratching their arse.
The black haired one outta tATu too, but that's for another thread.

[_Hypnotoad_]

All the things she said, All the things she said
Running through my head, Running through my head!!!

I started reading that in the voice of Jim Kerr

I was incredibly disappointed when I realised I had him covering some fucking girl band pop song

You're a shit Titbo!

[vrailaine]

I started reading that in the voice of Jim Kerr

I was incredibly disappointed when I realised I had him covering some fucking girl band pop song

You're a shit Titbo!

Trevor Horn-produced girl band pop song to you.

[HappyTree]

I loved that Hawaiian girl I knew, Molly. I guess I still do, but contact is very sparse these days and the fires of passion burned out long ago. I just love her as a friend and as someone who had a significant impact on my life's direction. Even if she is crap at replying to emails, tsk!

I loved this guy I met whilst working as a chef. He was a chef too, and an alcoholic. We became friends over a shared obsession with Vic Reeves. The more I found out about his troubled past the more I felt this sense of love towards someone who I could really help. He'd been brought up in a very dysfunctional family of failed opera singers who inherited lots and wasted it all on buying a farm and not knowing how to look after any of the livestock. He attended the local boy's school, well-known to produce dysfunctional young adults, and was kicked out of his home. When I got to know him he was in full alcoholic swing and ended up threatening a police officer with one of his kitchen knives whilst blind drunk in the middle of Glasgow.

He probably didn't tell me the whole story as when he went to court he got juvenile for 9 months. I hid his belongings in our garage (parents didn't approve of me knowing this 'bad influence') and went to visit him in prison a few times. Also wrote to him a lot. I remember the strange, gothic doodles that adorned his letters to me, mostly about his Spanish girlfriend and how he was going to visit her in Madrid and run away.

He got let out on parole and stayed in a halfway house, then in some hotel in the East end of Glasgow, well known to house tramps and druggies. It was a hell-hole, I never dared go in. I would wait for my drunken friend outside. I can't remember the name of the hotel now, I'm sure it doesn't exist any more.

On accompanying this guy around Glasgow while he drank in bars, I was tee total at the time and would often have to buy him out of trouble when caught minesweeping. He would take me into seedy bars inhabited by the Glasgow drug barons as he knew the son of one of them. This son was his boyfriend and was a transvestite. Almost convincing, he/she was unnerving to look at. I think my extreme naiveté came to rescue me here as I had no idea what I was getting into. I just blindly wandered into these odd situations and was able to fade into the background and just be accepted as some guy who's "with our mate".

One thing I really regret doing was when this guy was allowed by his parole officer to take a month and go to Madrid to meet up with his girlfriend. He phoned  me from Spain and asked if he should just not bother ever coming back. His dream was to cultivate and deal in olives in a market in Spain somewhere. I was more straight-laced in those days and advised him to come home and finish his parole, then go back to be with his girlfriend permanently with no hassles. He took this advice and, well, his dodgy lifestyle caught up with him and he didn't behave whilst on parole, so got that extended. That finished things with the Spanish girl and he went off with the transvestite. I really regret that now. I wish I would have told him just to stay in Spain and pursue his dream. That's one thing I'd revisit and change.

I also loved the dear friend I had: nymphomaniac and split personality, real name was Nathalie but she preferred to inhabit the character of Ingrid. She behaved almost autistically, not being able to look you in the eye when speaking and having her hair covering her face. As soon as I saw her I knew she was my next mission. I spent the next 5 years coaxing her out of her shell into someone who could socialise normally and actually go out for a coffee for once. I almost succeeded in curing her of her false belief that her ears stuck out too much.

I remember once on a night out with her I was in a car in an underground car park with her brother, the driver, snorting coke from the bonnet and screaming like Tarzan. She was hobbling about drunkenly in the background, laughing like a hyena at the madcap scene. She loved that: anarchy. Her idols were Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot. She aspired to that complete devil may care, hedonistic attitude of France in the 1960s and she actually achieved it very well. Serial seductress. I was the only guy in town who said no. I figured I'd go for the "different" option. Well, she was someone in my protection. Haven't heard from her in 5 years, hope she's well.

And then there's Diz. Just the most perfect human being ever to have walked this Earth. I giggle like a child when she says she'll call me and the butterflies that usually inhabit my stomach when thinking about her rise up and tingle all over when I hear her voice. Now I know what feeling excited and calm at the same time is like. It's addictive.

[vrailaine]

Are these film references or something?

If not, then bloody hell.

[Little Hoover]

I can't contribute to this thread because I've never loved anyone.

[HappyTree]

Well I guess it sounds strange written out like that. I've missed a lot of their humanity out and just published the headlines. Ingrid, for example, was also a keen animal lover and staged several rescue attempts of neighbours' dogs with her mother in tow. I remember meeting her in the street once when she was carrying an injured pigeon in her hands on her way to the vet's. She's probably the most fun person for creating drama that I've ever met. Going out with her of an evening was never boring. Started off with 2 bottles of red wine and a few beers between us, then I'd usually end up paying for beers in bars for her until she found a guy/target to buy them for her. Then she'd leave with him, but not before causing multiple arguments between drunken dancers. I stood back and watched it all unfold. She was a magician. Who needs fiction when you can just make friends with odd people? :-D

[confettiinmyhair]

I can't contribute to this thread because I've never loved anyone.

ditto, apart from family and pets. And I can't put them down because it would make me come across as an incestrous beast lover, or an English living version of Steve Irwin who only loved his family and the dangerous animals, that would one day have their revenge after his constant provocation.

[pk1yen]

I think this thread idea is marvelous. Please keep going, guys!

[Zero Gravitas]

I was incredibly disappointed when I realised I had him covering some fucking girl band pop song

You will not speak of t.A.T.u like that!

[scrambles the cat]

Ingrid

I had a friend like that. Didn't realise how much I missed her until I read this post.   

[Treguard of Dunshelm]

She's probably the most fun person for creating drama that I've ever met. Going out with her of an evening was never boring. Started off with 2 bottles of red wine and a few beers between us, then I'd usually end up paying for beers in bars for her until she found a guy/target to buy them for her. Then she'd leave with him, but not before causing multiple arguments between drunken dancers. I stood back and watched it all unfold. She was a magician.

Sounds like a massive bitch to me, tbh.

[Ambient Sheep]

I can't remember the last time I was so disappointed to see lots of bum and titty in a thread.

[Cack Hen]

this is fine and everything but you need to WATCH YRSELF because you are DANGEROUSLY NEAR my glitteringly sprawling thread idea for PEOPLE I HAVE A MILD INDIFFERENCE FOR

WOMAN WHO LIVES 4 DOORS DOWN AND HAS TWO KIDS WHO AREN'T NOISY OR ANYTHING AND I'VE NEVER ACTUALLY SEEN YOUR FACE JUST HEARD YOU SAY 'KATY PUT YOUR COAT ON' YEAH DON'T THINK YOU'RE SAFE.



AHEM


keep on spreading that love

any way you can

[HappyTree]

Ingrid wasn't a bitch, but she did have some funny ideas about relationships. Well, she was French :-D