'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
I'm trying to comfort myself as much as anything.
By the way, I've been catching up with a few old schoolfriends I've not seen since my early 30s recently. So far, all of us have split up from our wives/long-term partners from those times. Not one of us is still with the same woman we were with then. In fact, one of them is now living on a boat in Norwich post-divorce in a sort of Alan Partridge-esque twist.
But anyway, it seems that nobody's relationships last. Which makes me feel better about things.
It's the chap on the boat I feel most sorry for. He's always been a bit of an Africa fiend and would go off there for months on end, doing various weird jobs. Anyway, he goes off to Liberia for six months and comes home to find his glw in bed with his mate.
I never liked her anyway. Stuck up French bitch.