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<item><title>Men suck in too…</title><link>https://www.adriennedines.com/2006/10/men-suck-in-too/</link><guid>https://www.adriennedines.com/2006/10/men-suck-in-too/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:03:16 &#43;0000</pubDate><description>
&lt;p&gt;By 10.30 all the frantic tail chasing was done &amp;#8211; beds ready for the in-laws; son&amp;#8217;s university application discussed and back on track;  pr responses completed and posted off; nerves back to normal.  I set off to my favourite place &amp;#8211; anywhere the American Writers meet and discuss their work.  The quickest route was via the Brooklands Road so I went that way. Unfortunately, the quickest means of transport was by helicopter.  I have a blue mini.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Halfway down the road, the truck in front ground to a halt and we lined up patiently behind him.  He was wide but not so wide that a little mini couldn&amp;#8217;t squeeze through.  That&amp;#8217;s what the fellow on the far side of him though too.  He flashed his lights; I flashed my eyelashes and pressed the accelerator. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then the eejit behind &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; had a great idea.  Apparently&amp;#8230;. even if you&amp;#8217;re in a bloody great 4-wheel drive, you can squeeze through a gap if you stare straight ahead and suck your cheeks in.   By the look on his face, all four cheeks were involved and two of them weren&amp;#8217;t used to it.  Within seconds, he was stuck, the fellow behind him was stuck, the truck was still stalled and I couldn&amp;#8217;t go anywhere. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ten minutes passed.   I debated getting out and telling him what I thought but my photograph is in two local magazines this month and he&amp;#8217;d know who I was if he was local/literate.  And he looked like the sort who&amp;#8217;d follow you ome and duff you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, in the best tradition of a menopausal, middle aged, confused and not very enlightened when she isn&amp;#8217;t (Not true &amp;#8211; I was acting, okay?) I executed a perfect 9-point turn and came home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Then I get a call from Kelly to say that there were only three at the meeting (it&amp;#8217;s half term) and now I realise that I should have gone there first and left the other stuff to sort itself out later.   Is this going to one of those days?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope not.  TOnight I&amp;#8217;m going to a launch party for a book called  &lt;em&gt;Felicity Fights Back&lt;/em&gt; by Stella Sykes at Christies in London.  I met Stella in the summer.  She&amp;#8217;s a new comic writer and her book made me laugh out loud.  I hope she&amp;#8217;s successful. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope I get there. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will not be going via the Brooklands Road.&lt;/p&gt;

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