Garry Crystal

Well the other thing about lying is that the liar is banking on two things when telling the lie. They are hoping that the person being lied to is gullible enough to believe, and it__ also not even that they think they are gullible, it__ that they know the person they are lying to well enough that they know the person won__ push it any further because they know the person they are lying to wants to believe the lie.

The thing about lying is it__ like creating your own world, controlling your own little world. A tiny innocent, or as some people call them white lie, can lead eventually to the break-up of a relationship. If the other person in the relationship knows the person has lied, no matter if it was with good intentions, then it__ the beginning of the breakdown of trust. A profile or a picture is being continually formed of the two people in a relationship, and the lies, big and small, add to that profile.

Your problem is that you__e more like an empty book and you__e waiting on someone else to write your pages for you. For someone who doesn__ believe in fate, destiny and all that shit, you seem to spend an awful lot of time waiting for something to happen to you.

Well, you may think you have all your ducks in a row, that your life is sorted. You might have the perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect life, nothing to worry about and then something can come along and end all of that in a second. It__ absolutely beyond your control. You can__ plan for unexpected things. And then people start saying, as a way of coping with this latest catastrophe, that it was meant to happen, it was fate. It__ not fate, it__ not some greater force out there. It__ just life and you cannot control life.

You don__ have to believe in karma, (I didn__). But you can bet your ass that karma will have been keeping an eye on you.

Sure I__ alone but I don__ feel lonely. Some people regard loneliness as a disease and to be honest, this is the first time in years I have been totally alone. No girl around to put my hand under her chin in the dead of night or feel her warm breath against my cheek in the morning when I awake. But this is just a temporary loneliness, a mild winter cold. The disease only becomes terminal when you no longer realise you__e alone, when you__e become used to the silence and look forward to it when you get home at night. When you__e forgotten what it__ like to be loved and in love and when you've given up on trying, that's when you__e in trouble.

Maybe she has a wrinkle on her face in just the right place and I find it attractive. Maybe she says all of her statements as questions and I find that endearing. Maybe she swallows instead of spits or maybe I was just looking for a way to kill time with someone new over the next five years. The reasons why don__ matter.

If you aren__ paranoid before you arrive in this city, give it a few weeks and you will soon notice it creeping in, dripping into your subconscious like a leaky tap. The trick is not to give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about you, and if you are in the right frame of mind this can be an easy trick to perform but if not you__l soon notice that for a city full of people who do a great Stevie Wonder impersonation when it comes to the homeless and beggars and casual violence towards others, wearing the wrong kind of shoes or a cheap suit brings out a sneering, hateful attitude that can have weaker minded individuals locked in their houses for weeks before harassing their doctors for prescriptions of Prozac and Beta blockers just to make it out the front door.

Even hell will give you an incentive not to reach for heaven.

Safe sex? Does such a thing exist?

You can see the people who thought they could come to London, bend over and pick gold off the streets. They__e all lying on benches in Trafalgar Square with hernias and cans of Special Brew.