Losing a million-pound bet doesn’t make things any harsher when they’re at the bad side of a bargain over an inextensible moratorium on a decent midlife-dom. They’re forty-ish, they’re still single and their broodings—that decade of tardiness in moving to New York. The greenbacks challenge: they need to marry off before summer arrives.
Morag Prunty’s sex-and-the-city-ish take on Dublin’s single and fabulous in “Disco Daddy” worked much more than just a drugstore paperback that keeps me safely at bay from silly TFC shows.
I dialed home.
Transcripts, diplomas and CPA certificates will be flying to Australia.
Twenty was f**** eight years ago.
Things must be done and dealt with now.
24 April 2007
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