Dear Fractelle,

Now, now... the post was directed at Houellebecq -
and I responded along the lines of Pericles -
(I thought), with my tongue firmly in my cheek.
I would have assumed that it was fairly obvious -
because of the fact that I did lay it on 'a bit
thick.' But dear girl, you were right in summing
up Houellebecq - I over-estimated him. I thought
he was outspoken, zany, (but warm-hearted underneath
all that facade). I wasted time in responding at all.
And what did I get - 'You're sexist!"
Won't bother in future. I'm not sexist - (I
didn't say that all men aren't able to express their
feelings.) I'm not sexist - but he's definitely
a wank - r!

As for your suggestion that I'm 'desperate to be liked?'
Shock, horror,
Coming from you that's revealing. ( And sad for me).
You mean I'm not?

I thought we were friends?
Mea Culpa - if I've offended you in
any way? Here I am happliy coasting along in my own
little world - and you bring me back to harsh reality.

Too cruel!

Foxy

Point taken. I am fed up to the back teeth with the likes of Col, Rusty C, Antiseptic, Houllie, Formersnag, Roscop et al. I know that if I descended to the same level of vitriolic insult as these misrepresentations of the male gender, Graham Young would ban me in an instant. I guess that is why I vented my ire towards you, Foxy. I apologise if you took offence.

My time is valuable, I am prepared to spend time debating with many interesting posters such as Examinator, Pericles or R0bert - neither of whom I agree with on everything - but have zero tolerance for the aforementioned tragics. Houllie's "humour" is the type that is always at another's expense, his current topic regarding middle aged men is indicative of his type of humour - cruel.

Foxy

And furthermore, I do recall Houllie calling you sexist, thereby proving my point that you only have to express an opinion while being female to be labeled. I have clearly been doing too much reacting and not enough reflecting - something I have accused others of.

I am sorry for causing you any harm. Mea culpa.

fractelle “Point taken. I am fed up to the back teeth with the likes of Col, Rusty C, Antiseptic, Houllie, Formersnag, Roscop et al.”

I only ever speak for myself but I see others have come to your attention and doubtless, experience attacks in the same maniacal hysteria form of which I am a victim

Posts from someone who has, errantly, determined that I suffer various mental illnesses and debilities.

You, fractelle, misinterpret the content of medical documents, written for an audience equipped with an interpretive ability positioned well above your own intellect, which leads you to rediagnose me from "psychopath" to “malignant narcissist”.

I sit and ponder, exactly what justification is there for the sort of errant hubris and pompous twaddle, you end up presenting?

In short fractelle merely espouses the ravings of a lowly gardener, incapable of seeing, let alone hurdling over the bar to qualify as part of the medical professions “psychiatric” brethren.

Of course, fractelle, if you actually stopped trying to correct and thereby annoy your betters

I would have no need to address you and you, in turn, would have no need to refer to either

“Mia Culpa”

nor

“Volenti not fit Injuria"

What a great thread, the blogging equivalent of a Rorschach blot.

Otonoko had a visitation from The Suits of Christmas Yet to Come.

>>I sat on the plane for two hours hoping that I would never turn out like that... how do these ambitious, wealthy, successful people turn into cheap suit wearing, ugly shoe buying angry middle-aged men? What are the warning signs?<<

Antiseptic associated the cheap-suit-wearer with a life of voluntary self-inflicted oppression.

>>I have little respect for the people who have so little respect for themselves that they allow themselves to be cogs in someone else's machine.<<

It gave Ludwig the freedom he so craved...

>>I can go off to work happy now, dressed in shorts and singlet<<

...while mikk warns us that...

>>most people don't realise how comprehensively they are being shafted by the dedicated suit-wearers, despite the evidence in the headlines every day.<<

Houellebecq somewhat oddly interjects with that classic Trainspotting riff

>>I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin<<

Master can't understand the fuss.

>>The older folks ... They're happy to look daggy... in their check shirts, old jeans and dirty shoes<<

Rusty's recommendation "go double-breasted" is a dead giveaway, says Wikipedia.

"...popular from the mid 1930s until the mid 1950s, and again from the early 1980s to the late 1980s. Today, double-breasted jackets are considered conservative."

But his tailor is evidently a magician...

>>My [suits] have seen two oscillations of 15 kilos and not been uncomfortable at any stage...

Disguising an extra 15 kilos in a double-breasted suit is masterly work.

http://au.askmen.com/fashion/fashiontip_400/430_how-to-wear-a-double-breasted-suit.html

Col gives us a run-down on his struggles with neckwear...

>>try tying a bow tie from scratch… it is a hell of a task<<

...but really just wants to keep us updated on his sex-life...

>>That “floosy” is my future wife... she does drive a Mercedes SLK235 roadster... weighs in at 43 kg and is as fit as anything... most of us real men are proud of our masculinity<<

Slice-of-life stuff. Brilliant!

As you observe, Col, so many things are best with the right person!

Rusty.