This weekend, we brought you the story of Luke Howard , a piano player from Bath, England, who was so emotionally distraught over his girlfriend of four months (four months!) breaking up with him that he decided to Forrest Gump a piano in a park until she agreed to take him back.
What would I rather have? Creepy stalking by a clueless 34-year old with boundary issues? Or creepy stalking by a clueless 104-year old sparklepire with boundary issues?
why do you know these things?...i'm guessing cause (like me) you're a child of the late-50's, early-60's that grew up listening to radio when it was still worth listening to?...also, i thought forever that this was a motown b-artist singing this song...i guess not....great song
oh, ok...i just wiki-ed len barry...he's a west philly guy who toured with james brown as a dovell, and wrote a song with leon huff of philly international (gamble and huff)...among other things...so that would explain that motown-like soul vocal sound
Admittedly this is hearsay upon hearsay and I don't have the linkies, but one of my UK friends said a number of ex-girlfriends of Manic Pixie Asshat™ (and thanks to Robyn for that magnificent contribution to my vocabulary) have posted on multiple discussion threads on Fb attesting to his habit of manipulative behaviour and general douchiness as well as aversion to paying child support. Though even without that I think his status as a nice guy (as distinct from Nice Guy™) is severely open to question.
This takes me back to a time in my life I'd almost forgotten about (ever so long ago), when I did just what you're talking about. Note: I was NOT a manipulative douche, but I realized I had been in a series of intense relationships because I was needy and bereft "without a man."
Go figure, I was about the age of the piano player.I decided to stop trying to find someone to use to define myself, and find out who I was alone. Cultivated my friendships, read even more than I had always read, travelled, painted, etc. I found out I quite liked myself after a couple of years, and then I met the man who became my husband.
I don't think I was ready for that relationship before I found out who I was. Now, almost 3 decades later, I have been widowed for 3 years-- and the least of my problems has been living alone. I don't mind that part, although I miss him on a cellular level.
Just recently, I have been able to detach myself from the label "widow" more & more, & not feel quite so pitiable-- I think in large part I can do that because I worked on my shit in my 30s.
I had an ex-fiancé like that. Hung around my house, came to the door. I threw him off the porch into the stickerbush and called the cops. Twenty years later, when I was widowed, he came by again. Called the cops, again. Some people!
Yes, my late husband was one of the all time good guys. Died young.I'd been in the paper for having a book published (this is back in the old days) and the ex probably wanted to suck up to the -very- slightly famous. He was married at the time, too.Too bad my new house didn't have stickerbush by the porch.
My comment is now two months older than their relationship was.
I want to merge Transformers and Hot Pockets.
Hot Pockets, robots in disguise.Hot Pockets, more than meets the eyes.
What would I rather have? Creepy stalking by a clueless 34-year old with boundary issues? Or creepy stalking by a clueless 104-year old sparklepire with boundary issues?
why do you know these things?...i'm guessing cause (like me) you're a child of the late-50's, early-60's that grew up listening to radio when it was still worth listening to?...also, i thought forever that this was a motown b-artist singing this song...i guess not....great song
oh, ok...i just wiki-ed len barry...he's a west philly guy who toured with james brown as a dovell, and wrote a song with leon huff of philly international (gamble and huff)...among other things...so that would explain that motown-like soul vocal sound
Admittedly this is hearsay upon hearsay and I don't have the linkies, but one of my UK friends said a number of ex-girlfriends of Manic Pixie Asshat™ (and thanks to Robyn for that magnificent contribution to my vocabulary) have posted on multiple discussion threads on Fb attesting to his habit of manipulative behaviour and general douchiness as well as aversion to paying child support. Though even without that I think his status as a nice guy (as distinct from Nice Guy™) is severely open to question.
It has been said below, but I'm so sorry that happened to you. That is horrible.
Good grief, I'd forgotten some of those!
This takes me back to a time in my life I'd almost forgotten about (ever so long ago), when I did just what you're talking about. Note: I was NOT a manipulative douche, but I realized I had been in a series of intense relationships because I was needy and bereft "without a man."
Go figure, I was about the age of the piano player.I decided to stop trying to find someone to use to define myself, and find out who I was alone. Cultivated my friendships, read even more than I had always read, travelled, painted, etc. I found out I quite liked myself after a couple of years, and then I met the man who became my husband.
I don't think I was ready for that relationship before I found out who I was. Now, almost 3 decades later, I have been widowed for 3 years-- and the least of my problems has been living alone. I don't mind that part, although I miss him on a cellular level.
Just recently, I have been able to detach myself from the label "widow" more & more, & not feel quite so pitiable-- I think in large part I can do that because I worked on my shit in my 30s.
I had an ex-fiancé like that. Hung around my house, came to the door. I threw him off the porch into the stickerbush and called the cops. Twenty years later, when I was widowed, he came by again. Called the cops, again. Some people!
Why is he limiting it to the West Country?
Yes, my late husband was one of the all time good guys. Died young.I'd been in the paper for having a book published (this is back in the old days) and the ex probably wanted to suck up to the -very- slightly famous. He was married at the time, too.Too bad my new house didn't have stickerbush by the porch.
Or bagpipes! With the appropriate kilt!
A squeezebox makes the most awesome sounds, also, too ...
Glad you're over it dude.https://uploads.disquscdn.com/image...
Thank you! I didn't know that.
Lucky guess - the way he danced off the stage kinda gave it away. He looks great - perhaps at the time this video was shot he was just "Checker."