tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27312263.post8481322499896427474..comments2023-08-27T16:46:35.527+01:00Comments on Come Into The Garden...: Are You There Rene? It's Me, Paranoid Pre-pubescentAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01695179980657722268noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27312263.post-61835705106593682152008-11-12T23:21:00.000+00:002008-11-12T23:21:00.000+00:00Okay, so Rene is Rene Weiss, and you must say 'Dea...Okay, so Rene is Rene Weiss, and you must say 'Dear Rene' in an American accent. It's funny is all. Matty B is the tutor whom F is in love with. He is bald, fairly young, into Hitchcock, Browning and Dickens, wears smart dapper jackets with tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts, has a fair few scarves, and refers to his 'partner'. <BR/>I must add that the extract from my new novel (ahem...) is entirely fictional.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27312263.post-90001236719545595682008-11-12T20:22:00.000+00:002008-11-12T20:22:00.000+00:00who is this matty b character? where did u meet hi...who is this matty b character? where did u meet him? does he have more scarves than me? what colour are they usually? if they are cliche, stay away from him. don't trust him anna, i don't want u hanging out with him.<BR/>On a seperate note, i do believe that your post was rather (prepar for quotation of dear Mater's) 'inspired'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27312263.post-85540613718766376292008-11-12T19:21:00.000+00:002008-11-12T19:21:00.000+00:00Rene??? Eh?Rene??? Eh?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com