You people are so self obsessed.

An excellent post.

Mr Unreliable Esquire is a fine writer.

One of the best.

Admiringly yours

Annie

So.

That was a most splendid post I wrote, I thought. Absolutely splendid. One of my best. Probably.

Do we think it’s because (according to his scandalous review page) he is a paranoid drama queen?

And as Oscar Wilde may or may not have said:
“There’s only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

Kind regards

Has anyone else noticed that, even on *my* site, Andre Jordan has become the main subject of conversation? How does he do that?

sign!

Words need a piper to call the tune, methinks.

Otherwise they just gatecrash and hold all night raves in one’s bedroom.

Perhaps get a harmonica, slightly hipper than pan pipes?!

Angela — I did see a blank post on your site recently. Or am I imagining it? I considered running my mouse over it to highlight it but, um, didn’t like to intrude …

Peach — don’t worry about pretentious twattishness. If you know the contents of the rest of this site, you’ll know that pretentious twattishness is not only tolerated but positively encouraged. How else would I write what I do?

Imogen — It’s true. It’s not about Andre. I hope this doesn’t come as too much of a shock to you and any other readers. I can let you into a secret, though. All his posts are about me. Oh yes.

Furtive — the words are camera-shy. And probably decidedly unphotogenic. So no pictures, sadly.

i’m the original blanker!!

blank.
blank.

Words are very lonely difficult things on their own. Sentences are better, phrases or paragraphs, chapters are hard to start, books hard to end… poems hard to find

I sound like a pretentious twat eh?

My words are no better