Friday Foe Report

Well I've spent a pleasant couple of days - first an evening out with Foe and his poetry friends, followed by a greasy spoon lunch with Shaggy, Foe and his friend Timmy, the following day. Foe is an old acquaintance from Belfast. We are rarely in contact (in fact there were three years of no-talk-at-all) but on those occasions when we do bump into each other, it seems to be a battle of who can baffle the other best. I'm starting to think that Foe exists on a higher plane when it comes to men/women. He could be one way or other, or none at all, it's quite difficult to work out, amongst all his high intellect. But what I do know is that any sign of interest from yours truly, and steam starts to come out of his ears - he has no idea how to cope. Hence the rather cruel pleasure I have taken these last two days complimenting his appearance (his rather wonderful ginger beard being my top priority) wondering if he'll break. He never does of course - he knows he's my nemesis - and for now it'll return to the status-quo, as he's back across the water and back in his own world.