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THE BIG 'C'






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               Are you  really ready for a  relationship?  What kind of coffee are you?  Test your powers of
               attraction.  Listen to your rhythm.  Do you want to find your true colour?  Fuck,  I'm so glad

                I'm not a  bird.  Or gay.  Yeah,  I  bet all the gays have to read this shit.  Like a girly test or
               something.  I did one of these things one time, some compatibility test Laura got from
               Cosmopolitan or Manhattan or something.  If I was naming a  magazine after a cocktail,  it'd
                be a good one like Screwdriver.
                       Name -  Jay Carter.  Age -  27.  Fair enough, yeah?  But then  it was asking all this stuff
               about her,  like  her favourite song and  what desserts she liked.  How am I gonna  know any of
               that?  I  mean do I  look like a conversational  bloke?  I could  have told them whether she likes
               to be on top in  bed  but no!  It has to be about talking and sharing and  being open with all
               this feelings bollocks.  Oh and the best one, yeah: Is your partner truly happy in the

                relationship?  Well, she's still  here,  innit?  W ell, we get 32 on the test and  she says we
               failed.  I thought it was pretty good since she was just a quick shag at first.  It was just a one-
               off in the beginning, and she ju st,  I dunno.  It's like the ironing board.  You know it's there
                but it never moves so you just sort of accept it.
                       Where was I?  Oh yeah, this test, she makes me take it again 'cos she reckons I was
               just messing around first go.  Fail.  Then she goes mental,  like she's on the  rag again.
                       "I AM  NOT ON THE PISSING RAG ! "
                       But she always gets emotional when she's on one.  Anyway, she  reckoned we had to
                have 'a  little chat.'  A Nazi interrogation would've fitted  better.  Between women and gay
                blokes, why do we need the army?  The gays could  bitch at 'em and the birds'd  make 'em

               cry.  So, we have this third degree talk and  I'm trying so fucking hard to look interested.  So
                hard  I turn the footie off -  and  United are playing tonight.  But she doesn't notice this
               gesture of my love or as my mate might say,
                       "She's got you pussy whipped dog."  Why Mikey calls me dog,  I dunno.  I  mean,  he
               ain't black or a Yank or nothing.  Whatever.
                       Listening to her was easy enough but actually being interested and caring?  I got
               enough of my own  problems to worry about ta very much.  So she's had a  hard day and she
               feels taken for granted and the relationship has lost the fire and  she wants counselling and -
               Woah, woah, woah,  hang about.

                       Counselling?
                       "Baby,  baby,  babe.  Sweetheart.  Chill a sec."  She's flipped out.  No idea why.  I
                mean counselling is not a word you  use  lightly in front of a  bloke.  "What's wrong with  us?  I
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