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[gauchecritic]

CV frightens me.

Gauche

 

[neonlyte]

CV frightens me.

Gauche

Me too.

Still what he posts here is nothing compared with receiving his e-mails or PM's.

His last one said 'Don't mind me, I'm just testing a link' - I'm still trying to figure out what it's attached to.

 

[Guest]

CV sent me one PM response. It made me cry. I'll never PM him again. P.

 

[Guest]

i was personally thrilled when he made the thread:
vella_ms is a slut.

i think it was the highlight of my time on the boards.
*grin*

 

[carsonshepherd]

CV sent me one PM response. It made me cry. I'll never PM him again. P.

Yeah. Just read the PC he left me this morning. I cried because I'm a poof. (Cream poofs... yummy...)

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

CV sent me one PM ... It made me cry...

CV never sent me a PM.

I’d cry, but I’m not wearing my Kiss Me mascara.

 

[Guest]

I was looking for the smell of vinegar on fish and chips on the Brighton Pier, listening to never ending comings and goings of waves. I remembered the Brighton beach smelt of cheap vineger and old, hot oil during Summers, but on that cold windy Winter day, the place didn't smell like fish and chips.

Still, I loved the smell of sea, though. Yes. I'm a creature of the Sea. I'm the happiest when I can hear it. Fuck the Everest. I'd climb down the deepest ocean floor and smile as I taste the coldest salt water. I'll explore the caves under: I don't even need a light to feel the time passing. I'll listen to the whales singing as the dolphins guide me to the eternal truth.

But, the dolphins weren't on the Brighton pier. The floor boards were old, dump and grey: like England. Nevertheless, it was kind of nice to be left alone among the shrieking seagulls. The fuckers shitted on my shoulder. My leather coat ruined.

The spirit of Marie wasn't there; not in fucking Brighton. She was back home in the land of chocolate and mountain skiing. God bless her.

I couldn't find what to do with myself alone in that Winter. Not without Marie. I thought visiting my old memories might take away madness within me. Let's visit the happy-land! I told myself. It wasn't there. Gone. History.

It was way before the Fat Boy Slim and Gay Pride. Some idiots were still wearing MC Hammer pants as they danced in the night club. The Pink Flamingo, it was called, I remember (how gay is that?!). I was young and naive, then. It was somewhere between Happy Mondays and the rave culture. The stereo speakers were huge! Three times taller than me. I was pretty sure If I didn't go blind from all those masturbating, I definitely go deaf from the fucking speakers! Girls in micro mini skirts were dancing on elevated platforms and I didn't know where to look, but knew where not to look. If that wasn't bad enough, later, the lights came on, and twelve young things in white t-shirts walked onto the dance floor and the crowd parted. And a man with a microphone was speaking and pouring water over the girls with number stickers on their chests. They weren't wearing their bras! These things were all new to me. I never knew they made bikini bottoms so small. This was before I fully understood what it was all about: to understand about money and struggles to put food on the table. Now I hope all those young women had found what they were looking for.

When I was a little kid, I read a lot of Dr Doolittle, and loved the stories and the strange creatures in them. My mum made me read at first, but soon, I couldn't get enough of them. And the Little House on the Prairie.

In one of the books, Dr Doolittle threw a dart at his map to decide where he should go to have his little adventure. So I opened my map, but I didn't have a dart. I was rubbish at playing Darts anyway.

The Land's End: it screamed at me. What a brilliant place name! I thought. I got to get there! So I headed.

I said good bye once again to the Brighton station which I always found beautiful. Smelling diesel fume, I got on a train that never runs on time.

There was no reason why but it looked a good idea at that time and I spent two nights in Portsmouth. It was a disturbing place where everyone in town had something to do with the British Navy, and they stared at me strangely. And there were so many shops that sold weapons. Knives, crossbows, fucking Japanese swords. And the drunken thuggery at night. It wasn't any better back then. It's not getting any better now. I saw a girl sitting on the edge of the pavement all alone. I wanted to ask if she was OK; but the eyes of the ladies of the night dissuaded me from doing so. I walked up the dark hill, and stopped for a moment to look at the parked car which was rocking. I knew what they were doing in that car. I knew they could see me looking without seeing them. I walked on. I didn't want any trouble.

In Winter, nobody goes to the Sea. Everywhere I went, it was empty. Empty restaurants, empty pubs, empty cinemas.

I hated fucking Portsmouth. So I left. Passed Bournemouth which I love, through Exeter to Plymouth.

Now I'm not so sure if I spent two nights in Portsmouth. It might have been Plymouth. Oh, yeah. It was.

And I hated fucking Plymouth.

Penzance: full English breakfast and a bowl of carrot soup. God I was ill afterwards. Two young girls stared at me in there and giggled. I smirked knowing they wanted me. I could have talked to them, but instead I bought Celestine Prophecy and spent the day by the freaking Sea, drinking a quarter of Bacardi (Bacardi is taking the piss on Cuba). There was a little aquarium by the beach and it was empty too except two receptionists and fishes. Peace.

Karaoke night in a pub. God. It was finally full of people. Full of drunken English people, singing that duet from Grease. It was me and English people, and a black guy in expensive suit, smoking cigars, drinking Guinness. I sat at the bar and kept myself quiet as usual. Sympathetic barmaid apologised me for all the noise and ruckus. She was so pretty I could have cried. But, I kept watching laughing people merrily singing their night away. It was kind of nice. I went back to my B&B and ate a Cornish paste and went to bed.

I never made it to the Land's End.

 

[English Lady]

"Girls in micro mini skirts were dancing on elevated platforms and I didn't know where to look, but knew where not to look."

I love that line

 

[OhMissScarlett]

CV, have I mentioned you totally rock?

I think the point between Happy Mondays and rave was a jumping off spot for a lot of us, never to return...

 

[Guest]

CV,

Tell me! Why all these gorgious women are following you around everywhere!

Seriously, what's the secret code you speak of?

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

CV,

Tell me! Why all these gorgious women are following you around everywhere!

Seriously, what's the secret code you speak of?

What secret?

Taking the bus through to the usual place at the usual time I noticed her for the first time. If you said her hair was curly, you lie, if you said straight you commited a falsehood, I still can't remember for the life of me.

Last week, or maybe the week before, what month are we in? Anyway, whatever. Say last week. For the third time before 5.30 in the evening of the worst day in the office ever a gaggle of giggling kids knocked on the door and this time they were all, every single one of them, from 3 feet 7 up to 5 foot nothing were dressed as a motley assembly of witches. The one with the expensive mask and the weighted, flowing, black as night cloak. That mask. Remember the pointed up chin almost meeting the wart on the hook nose. That nose. (but without the wart)

That was her nose. But that doesn't quite capture it. It wasn't ugly, it just was. I loved her nose. Every day for three weeks on the bus through the usual place at the usual time, she boarded the bus with her nose.

The two lads that got on the bus a stop further on never said a word but you could always see them laughing when they alighted (alit?) outside the local grammar. I gave them credit for manners at least.

Her stop was the hospital stop. The bus took its route at this time of day through the hospital grounds. When the three weeks had passed, I missed her every day thereafter. I often like to think that either she'd got her car fixed, or her nose.

CVIV

 

[carsonshepherd]

CVs I-IV,

You are all indescribable.

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

On behalf of my other chilledvodkas I thank you, I think.

CVIV

 

[Guest]

I'm with the others here. CV rocks, as do his PMs.

You filthy bastard! One of the only men ever to have made me truly blush.

Lou

 

[Guest]

Everything's back to normal!

Turned out that I was using a wrong password to access. LOL

Feel free to highjack from this point on.

P.S.
The thing only me, myself, Manu and Laurel know:
Because of the Lit conspiracy theories posted by the some of board members, the Lit search engine has been over-worked to the extent that it's temporarily out of comission.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Everything's back to normal!

Turned out that I was using a wrong password to access. LOL

Feel free to highjack from this point on.

P.S.
The thing only me, myself, Manu and Laurel know:
Because of the Lit conspiracy theories posted by the some of board members, the Lit search engine has been over-worked to the extent that it's temporarily out of comission.

So much for my theory that it was CV on that grassy knoll.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

... Turned out that I was using a wrong password...

Yeah, remember that, now.

It’s “Open Sesame!”

Not “Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun."

 

[Honey123]

I never got a PM from CV.....I am poof, 'coz, I'm crying now!!

 

[Guest]

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

I got one.

VIC V

 

[carsonshepherd]

Everything's back to normal!

Turned out that I was using a wrong password to access. LOL

Feel free to highjack from this point on.

Normal?

Youve got so damn many identities you forget which password goes to which, don't you.

Haven't you noticed you've been hijacked from the very beginning? But you should feel happy you're so popular that everyone posts to your threads. Even the ones that are too gay...

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

... Youve got so damn many identities ...

Up to this moment we have encountered four CV’s, but you will notice we never see #2 at all.

That was his first attempt at cloning, and had to be euthanased — much like Windows 98 - 1st Edition

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Up to this moment we have encountered four CV’s, but you will notice we never see #2 at all.

That was his first attempt at cloning, and had to be euthanased — much like Windows 98 - 1st Edition

Just like that movie with Ally Sheedy and the genetically engineered dog, ack.

 

[cloudy]

I never got a PM from CV.....I am poof, 'coz, I'm crying now!!

I've gotten one PM, and it only consisted of one word, but it was the perfect word.

 

[Honey123]

Oh, wait, I did get a PM from CV when I put him in my Literotica Olympic story..sigh I feel so much better now...