Date: Sun, 8 Aug 1999 17:50:54 -0000
From: Mary Tregeagle
To: Thomas Kidd
Cc:
Subject: Re: Answer this
Git. If you stopped fiddling with your own navel for a second you'd realise there's something going on here - aside from Joanna's feeling. And whatever it is I don't like it. I wish I hadn't agreed to do this.
At 5:46 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
We need to talk. At 5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote: Do we now. Jolly good.
At 5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
Freaky Eleanor saw me last night.
At5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
She was in the pub with us all night - she may well have done.
At 5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
I mean coming out of your room
At 5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
Oh my god! I'll have her shot. Actually that's not a bad idea...
At 5:47 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
She follows Jo around like a lost puppy. What if she tells?
At 5:48 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
Give me strength... is this 'Eastenders' episode going to go on for much longer? I do have work to do. We're all grown up. We can all take care of ourselves. We can all shag whomever we like. I'm sure Joanna is able to cope with such concepts now in her 30th year.
At 5:48 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote: Don't be obtuse - she's always had a thing for you and you know it and love it - and use it, too
At 5:48 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
It's tough, but someone's got to do it. Buck up, darling - what's the worst thing that could happen? Queen bitch tops us both in a fit of unrequited rage while we sleep. As long as we stick together I think we stand a good chance of fighting her off. Big girl I know, but even so - if you hold her down, I'll hit with my libido or something.
At 5:48 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
Oh, be serious Tom!. And don't call her that. Jo's my best friend. You know it. I don't want to hurt her, even if you don't give a shit about it.
At 5:49 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
Most enthralling - is it just me or can you hear the tinny strains of the 'Neighbours' theme tune? It may suit you to cast me as the heartless Paul Robinson in this kitchen sink scene - but then again you shouldn't be making the dingo with two backs with the man of your dreams. Will the two sheilas duke it out over this fine male specimen? Will the man who doesn't give a shit finally give one? Tune in next week folks - if you live that long that is. We should give up the documentary business perhaps - or no, even better, we should turn the cameras on ourselves in this age of anything goes and flog it to the BBC as 'Eclipse School', or 'Documentaries from Hell'.
Anyway, what do you mean hurt? I was under the impression you had to have feelings to get hurt.
At 5:49 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
You just think everyone's like you.
At 5:49 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote: I don't. I hardly think about anyone else at all. You might wish it were that simple. You should look closer to home - Joanna's hardly winning Hearts of Gold awards for being the model of sensitivity and milk of human wossname. Skimmed milk at that. Look how she treats Roger, for Christ's sake. I wouldn't treat a dog the way she does with him. Even a twerp needs a break.
At 5:49 pm +0100 8/8/99, Mary Tregeagle wrote:
That's his fault - he encourages her... you have no idea do you? About her or anyone for that matter. About me. You don't know what I'm feeling or thinking from one moment to the next. Why should you - you never think to ask me.
At 5:49 pm +0100 8/8/99, Thomas Kidd wrote:
If we're going to have that conversation again, I agree, I have no idea, I'm out of here. I'm going to try and salvage something from the day other than this photo story we seem to be immersed in. No doubt we'll talk later. Paul Robinson out.