Emma's Love Life

Emma came round last night (again, yes I know, but I'm rather skint at the moment and supermarket pizzas and wine are so much cheaper than going out!) It's all over with James McCoy apparently, who, according to her, wasn't so, ahem coy in dating other women at the same time as herself.  He also made the terrible faux pas of sending her the following Internet gif:

She didn't find it in any way amusing, Emma was disgusted, if anything.  I rather liked it though as I'm a bit of a Partridge fan.

I did suggest that James may be following the American method of 'non-exclusive dating', but Emma declared that as 'total bollocks' and proceeded to update both her Tinder and Bumble profiles.  After twenty minutes or so, she started frantically messaging a guy with the username 'MadMurdoch' - here's hoping that he's a fan of the cult 1980s action show The A-Team and not certifiably insane, but knowing the crazy world of online dating, it's bound to be the latter.

James McCoy

I really thought that I'd actively dislike James McCoy, but it's quite the opposite in fact. Emma and James came round last night laden with goodies from the frozen food giant, Iceland. Now, you know me, I'm no snob when it comes to convenience food and the recent Iceland/Pizza Express collaboration has excited my girlish soul as well as my salivary glands. There was also a Mint Wall's Viennetta in there for good measure.

As Father had recently reduced our Virgin Media TV subscription from the XL down to the M, we weren't afforded as much choice as before, more's the pity. Luckily, James had brought along his recently acquired copy of the newly animated Batman. Luckily Father won a Blu-Ray player last month at the Leatherhead Fayre, so all was well.

James, in my opinion, was far too intelligent and rather geeky for Emma's more pedestrian taste. I liked him though, but fear not - no unacceptable boundaries will be crossed!

What Has Margaret Been Up To, Eh?

I'm forty-six years of age and I still live with my aged father, despite quite a few attempts to fly the nest.  Believe me, it isn't the life I envisioned when I was growing up.  I still recall careers lessons: what a total waste of time they were? And as for the 'revolutionary' computer printout telling me that I could be a 'market gardener' or a 'forensic scientist' - pah!

Oh well, I'm never sad for too long.  I have invited Emma over tonight for a film, pizza and chat session as Father's out at the Masonic Lodge's Pre-Halloween Monster Charity Bash.  Unfortunately, she's got a new boyfriend she met on the online dating app, Tinder and worst of all, she's bringing him along tonight.  His name's James McCoy and he's in his mid-forties, divorced, no children with an indoor cat called Jor-El and a huge amount of DC Comics memorabilia in his suburban two bedroom flat.  He sounds bizarre.