Sunday 25th December 2011

Victoria Station
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Well I never got the chance to talk to the barmaid because some overweight lump got in there first, and spent half an hour chatting to her before leaving on his own.
Then she spent the next 10 minutes talking to the Maitre'd before clocking off shift. I would have tried to get in there, but black's rook was threatening my e-f-g- pawn structure from the rear, and I had to fight it with my knight and king.

But never mind, today it's Christmas day, and that means I'm a little bit pissed. It's time to continue with the events from last week.
Which means Victoria station.
I only approached two girls there this week, one of whom I did get past the hook point, but she terminated the conversation when she said she had to get her train to Eastbourne. I refrained from asking her whether she was going to Beachy Head to toss herself off, as I might have been in trouble in more ways than one I fear...

With the second girl I was mega-nervous because I tried some "direct game" on her.
"Hi, I always like to take the chance to talk to attractive girls such as yourself" I offered.
Silence.
"How are you?" I tried again.
"Not too bad thanks" she replied, rather neutrally.
Silence - in this case totally on my side.
More silence.
And then she left with a comment "see you, I've got a train to catch!"

Damn why do all these girls live so far away?"
(then I remembered I was at Victoria station dumbo).

Happy Christmas everyone! (well unless it'd the middle of June when you're reading this. Or if this is being read out in a magistrates court as prosecution evidence on a harrasment case I'm facing, in which case please say "Hi fishface" to the presiding judge would you...).