shit cause it's a no hoper y'see.....too different..........i'm constance chatterly and she's hunky, muddy mellors....

my book wanking, guardian worshipping, jazz fetishising, proust quoting pretensions won't wash with this lass......oh no sir......none of that airy fairy stuff......it's a whole different racquet

need to sharpen up. get cool. stop the queer shit. get hard.....the chronic anxiety can go for a start...and the existential malaise....all o' that.........time for a fresh pair of socks.