Leicester
After moving from my family home (I use the term family very loosely because although that was our unit technically, a more correct term would perhaps be 'a collection of individuals linked by blood and marriage with a mutual loathing of each other)at the tender age of 18 from London to Leicester to be with my girlfriend, we lasted a few months before I got the 'we need to talk' line.

Now to contextualize this somewhat, I had moved to arguably the shittest city in the midlands to be with my love. I knew no one up there and she was only going to be there 3 days a week anyway due to going to uni elsewhere. Quite a big one to take for the team but sod it, she was the love of my life and side by side, I could take on the world (Or at least East Midlands).

So to get this line just a few weeks after upping sticks from my life was slightly dissapointing. Her more immediate timing was also silly, considering I was throwing knives at my guitar case (Closet emo right here I reckon). So to cut this short, I accepted what she had to say, and now her dismembered corpse is somewhere near lutterworth. I had to chop her into little pieces because my guitar case wouldnt shut properly.
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 13:53, Reply)