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Chesterfield, then. Thoughts thereon.
(Thereon? What the fuck sort of word is that? Nonetheless, let's not digress).
The main thing that sticks in my memory was an incident in a curry house. A decent sort of place. It was late at night. We were all a touch drunk. And there was a table of blokes and a table of women. Who seemed to start bantering. And after a short while, and some exchanged glances, one of the women departed to the toilets with one of the men, then, 5-10 minutes later, left after her friends had gone. The man left shortly after, with his mates. Now, in no way do I wish to sound censorious, but that seems to require a level of emotional detatchment I would find difficult to achieve even with the most spurious of one-night stands.
Still, that's Chesterfield for you.
(Thereon? What the fuck sort of word is that? Nonetheless, let's not digress).
The main thing that sticks in my memory was an incident in a curry house. A decent sort of place. It was late at night. We were all a touch drunk. And there was a table of blokes and a table of women. Who seemed to start bantering. And after a short while, and some exchanged glances, one of the women departed to the toilets with one of the men, then, 5-10 minutes later, left after her friends had gone. The man left shortly after, with his mates. Now, in no way do I wish to sound censorious, but that seems to require a level of emotional detatchment I would find difficult to achieve even with the most spurious of one-night stands.
Still, that's Chesterfield for you.
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