argument

A friend of mine happen to live with somebody who’s very stimulating, who often ask very deep philosophical questions that are very hard to answer. Like his partner will walk into the kitchen see him and go

Hipster coffee, they have popped up everywhere, New Town's full of them. You know what I’m talking about, they're really cool with their stained wooden table, stripped bare brick walls, no furniture, just coffee sacks, cause it's too cool to have any, coffee sacks will do, and half piece of old surfboard sign from 1959, something like that. Very intimidating if you're over certain age. I walked in one the other day and found I was the only person there who do not have an Edwardian Cricket beard. Very excluded, I felt.

The gender argument do seems to be quite unfair in woman's favour. Because I think men and women's arguments are made in different places. All male arguments are very early 70s, Soviet-made, uni-directional trundling behemoths, that say the same thing again and again and again: "I told you I would be late on Tuesday, I told you I would be late, I said it, I heard my own voice, I did say it... I told yoouuuu~" Whereas woman's argument seem to be these amazing, slinky, stealth bombers designed by Jaguar, with lovely cream leather interior and infinite torque! That's why they can respond man by saying "Yes, maybe, alright, but why is the fridge door's open?" and man just going "I don't understand, I don't understand the world any more..."

Look your ego function is at its best when you are alone. Well, actually, not when you alone, by yourself, it doesn't functioning at all, but only when you're alone with somebody else, as they try to invade your loneliness by talking to you. You know, when you argue with somebody who you live with, somebody who is lucky enough live with you. As soon as they give you any gibberish, that's the moment when your ego function kick into it’s zone.

I've always had this suspicion that women have no feelings. Because it's actually men who are far more romantic and emotional. Man are the people you will heard saying, "Oh, I found somebody. She's amazing. If I don't get to be with this person, I'm fucked. I can't carry on. No, I really mean it. She's totally transformed my life. Look, I have a job, I have a flat, that all means nothing. I can't stand it, I have to be with her. Because if I don't, I'm going to end up in some bedsit, I'll probably become an alcoholic, and end up wearing itchy trousers. I can't... I don't think I will able to walk straight any more." And that... is exactly how women feel about shoes.