To: jamesc@affection.net
Subject: Stuff
Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 19:15:44 +0000


James,

I am writing this to you because I feel that the things that you have
said and done most recently have been too much to let pass without some
sort of response.

I suggest that you have difficulty in understanding where I am coming
from and how I see things because you don't look further into anything
than is required. Quite frankly, your intellect and depth of knowledge
is far too limited in most aspects of life that count for anything
worthwhile. When you become the lonely old man that you fear so much,
you will see that all you have achieved is a string of HTML, which are
not reality, only words!  Some advice, do something before you turn into
that lonely old man because you're more than half way there now.

Your personal view proves both wrong and narrow-minded when you say that
I didn't do any washing up.  Surely if that's all you can bitch about
then I can't have been such an awful travel companion.  Besides which,
it would be nice, just for a change if something that you criticised
me for, was, in actual fact, the reality of what happened not just an
enriched version for your 'public' to see.

You flatter yourself when you say I was like your shadow.  I was far too
interested in seeing things from my own perspective to be your enlarged
dark shadow, as I find your perspective to be so singularly focused on
unrealistic fantasies of boys.

My A-level in Psychology is an expression of my fascination with a
subject that I love, and only adds to my own perceptions of how things
are, and moulds them, but does not create them.

I never wanted to fall out with you, but you have pushed things to the
point where it has become necessary to express how I feel in more ways
than leaving Paris a day early.  Why did you believe it to be of such
importance that you felt compelled to write about it on your website?

Your misunderstandings and misconceptions about me are making this
situation insoluble.  The reason for not informing you that I had returned
was because I didn't really think that you cared that much, you should
have had more faith in me. The party for my grandmother took place, but
I could have made it back without running quite so fast.   I couldn't
stand another night in the same room as you, even without considering
that you would have had to spend another night in the same room as me.

As for the comments that you made about "You can take the girl out of
Newbury, but you can't take Newbury out of the girl," I like where I was
brought up, Newbury has nurtured me, and I am proud that it is my home,
I am sorry that you cannot see that.

I really don't respect you anymore, because all I saw through the time I
was in the cottage was you, slowly disappearing up Philips arse.  You are
far too dependent on the approval of others, to achieve self-satisfaction
or in fact, get anywhere. You have no idea about anything of substance!

I hope this letter has some what changed your opinions of me.  You kept
bombarding me with your bad attitude and insults, to the point where I
could tolerate no more. Have fun doing your inconsequential back-bends
at future parties, and regaling new executives with enriched fairytales.

Your response is up to you, this letter is a direct answer to your ongoing
twatish behaviour, and aimed at what has happened, if we can still be
friends having drawn that line under what has occurred, that would at
least be better than gutless bitching on your online diary. Don't you
think?

Jamie