webofevil | (no subject)

The day the Daily Mail published pictures of John Prescott and the woman with whom he had his two-year affair dancing at a party, one of my colleagues, who shall remain blissfully nameless, motioned me aside. “I entirely failed to get off with her,” he said, “at a Department of the Environment Christmas party in 1997.” He was 25 at the time, she a little older (oh all right, 34) and quite keen, but he said that as soon as she discovered his age she recoiled, as

ultra_lilac once put it, like a slapped cock.

Happily for my colleague, that was the night he got home to find an email from a girl he had met and liked saying, essentially, “How's about it?”, and they're still together nine years later. Still, deduct several thousand points for failing where John Prescott succeeded, a state of affairs guaranteed to put a dent in the steeliest of self-esteems.