Danny the Guru Cat

in which we discuss - the bride that wore red

He was banging keys yesterday, when he took a call from a friend. She is suffering at the moment from the behaviour of some unscrupulous people who have taken a lot of money from her, and we're not talking enough to buy cases of Scottish smoked salmon here, we're talking enough to buy the lake. She isn't the only one of his friends these people have damaged, there are more. Too many of them. They chatted for a long time, and she said she'd been naive, and she probably felt embarrassed that she'd been gullible. She hadn't been though. She was just a really lovely and trusting person, who is finding it so hard to allow herself to believe that people would purposely do this kind of thing. It sounded like she wanted it all to be a terrible mistake. It isn't, they are just shit people. There are a lot of them about. That's why one bride wore red...

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C'mon, fess up, you've missed me aintcha? Me and him had a discussion today. I need to get his ass moving now, I don't intend to eat Crappofin Super-Value Tuna flavoured mush out of a can no more. It may be dolphin friendly, but it ain't no friend of mine. Winnie eats it, but she's a scag. She eats spud peelings up the garden too - eeyuoogh...

Right, so what's been the hold up then? Him, innit? Has a million ideas a second, and takes an action a year. So we had this discussion, let's just say it got a bit heated, ok very heated, look, he takes loads of vitamin C and zinc OK? The wounds are bound to stop oozing soon. Winnie tried to interfere like she does, and I had to remonstrate with her. A shorter tail suits her. So there we were, chatting loudly, when I told him that there is a difference between him and a writer. Writers write. He don't. Did I say this was going be rocket science 101??