Comments on: Meeting A Porn Director http://blog.disappointment.com/2005/07/19/meeting-a-porn-director/ I love you, let's do it Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:13:43 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: Another Little Disappointment » Who Will Ride Me Like The Horse That I Am http://blog.disappointment.com/2005/07/19/meeting-a-porn-director/#comment-18552 Another Little Disappointment » Who Will Ride Me Like The Horse That I Am Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:49:32 +0000 http://www.disappointment.com/wordpress/?p=4#comment-18552 [...] Because I’m concentrating on not saying anything too obvious, my brain turns into an ale-fuelled tumble dryer. He’s not being a prick at all - he’s responding to questions without holding court, and being unassuming, modest and aware of the madness - but all I’m really thinking for two hours is “I wonder if he’ll let me take a photo of him riding me like a horse”. [...] [...] Because I’m concentrating on not saying anything too obvious, my brain turns into an ale-fuelled tumble dryer. He’s not being a prick at all – he’s responding to questions without holding court, and being unassuming, modest and aware of the madness – but all I’m really thinking for two hours is “I wonder if he’ll let me take a photo of him riding me like a horse”. [...]

]]> By: Another Little Disappointment » Six Stops On The Central Line http://blog.disappointment.com/2005/07/19/meeting-a-porn-director/#comment-397 Another Little Disappointment » Six Stops On The Central Line Thu, 12 Jan 2006 12:25:02 +0000 http://www.disappointment.com/wordpress/?p=4#comment-397 [...] Shepherd’s Bush : Self-Congratulation Not only am I doing really well on this Kakuro, I was introduced to the guy who compered the evening, and I didn’t say anything crass or embarrassing. Meeting comedians, for me, is as bad as porn directors. Usually, I simply don’t allow myself to say anything that I think anyone else could have said to them, ever. But, as we stand, facing each other, the pressure to say something builds. And when I finally do say something, I realise that people don’t say certain things for a reason. [...] [...] Shepherd’s Bush : Self-Congratulation Not only am I doing really well on this Kakuro, I was introduced to the guy who compered the evening, and I didn’t say anything crass or embarrassing. Meeting comedians, for me, is as bad as porn directors. Usually, I simply don’t allow myself to say anything that I think anyone else could have said to them, ever. But, as we stand, facing each other, the pressure to say something builds. And when I finally do say something, I realise that people don’t say certain things for a reason. [...]

]]> By: trilobite http://blog.disappointment.com/2005/07/19/meeting-a-porn-director/#comment-69 trilobite Wed, 14 Sep 2005 21:45:29 +0000 http://www.disappointment.com/wordpress/?p=4#comment-69 will possibly be faced with a similar problem in the immediate future. Have discovered that Rebecca 'Hannah Martin' Ritters [former neighbours starlet] works at a waitress in a london restaurant which we, ergo, intend to frequent. How to coolly slip into the conversation the fact that we are aware of her Antipodean 'celebrity' without appearing like the world's worst examples of 'a bunch of shitbricks'? maybe she would enjoy 'the alternative angle' of us informing her that we used to affectionately refer to her as 'clitty'? [her nickname within the show was 'Button', it was evolved {by us} to 'Love-Button, a tiny leap of faith away from 'clitty] plus on an unrelated yet related note, my 'microsoft access breast size extrapolation programme' [little TM as a superscript for added authenticity] informs me that, bearing in mind their rate of growth on-screen and speculating as to what they may have done over the last few years even factoring in the archetypal celebrity's sloppy attitude towards sustenance consumption, they are now more than likely 'absolutely enormous'. will possibly be faced with a similar problem in the immediate future. Have discovered that Rebecca ‘Hannah Martin’ Ritters [former neighbours starlet] works at a waitress in a london restaurant which we, ergo, intend to frequent. How to coolly slip into the conversation the fact that we are aware of her Antipodean ‘celebrity’ without appearing like the world’s worst examples of ‘a bunch of shitbricks’?

maybe she would enjoy ‘the alternative angle’ of us informing her that we used to affectionately refer to her as ‘clitty’? [her nickname within the show was 'Button', it was evolved {by us} to 'Love-Button, a tiny leap of faith away from 'clitty]

plus on an unrelated yet related note, my ‘microsoft access breast size extrapolation programme’ [little TM as a superscript for added authenticity] informs me that, bearing in mind their rate of growth on-screen and speculating as to what they may have done over the last few years even factoring in the archetypal celebrity’s sloppy attitude towards sustenance consumption, they are now more than likely ‘absolutely enormous’.

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