Peter doesn't want ME, Old Git. He wants YOU.

I have no feelings for Peter, except those related to my enthusiasm for Norwich City FC, which are in no way homoerotic (or at least, they haven't been since Carl Bradshaw left).

He dropped a notebook the last time I saw him - it was full of crude drawings of the male anatomy, and little sketches of hearts and arrows with "Old Git 4 Pete 4 Eva" written on them. There was a little passport photo of a man who looked curiously like Gus George, arms flung around his muscular neck, with 'Jan '05 - Pete and Git on Tour' scrawled on the back, too.

I don't hate you for what you've done to Peter, or even blame you - I just think you should give him a call. He's going to end up sad and alone, desperately searching for you, or even for Pants at some dingy bar where the Longpigs are back together for one last gig, and the tragedy will be too much for any man to bear.

Come on, Git. You had a good thing going - I could see it in his eyes. Just pick up the phone. Not you for you, but for Peter, and for legions of Norwich City fans waiting to see the man with the magic hat come good.

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Oct 17, 23:59:43