Hi Ryan, thanks for emailing. I’m glad you got in touch and I hope I can help you.
I’m sorry to hear about this situation and I do understand how you feel. I can understand how difficult it is for you to know what to do for the best.
If you tell him how you feel and he isn’t interested in you in that way, you could end up feeling very disappointed and it’s possible that it would change the friendship between you.
If you don’t want to leave things as they are, though, why not try to develop the friendship with him, by keeping in touch online while he is away and see if it changes anything. If nothing comes of it, then it may be best for you to look further afield for someone who does want a relationship with you.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket with thoughts of this one guy, keep your social life going and meet lots of other people too. I’m attaching my leaflet Learning about Relationships as it explains how good relationships are formed, and I hope it will help you.
All the best
Deidre
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Lonesome letters from a longing heart
Extract from todays Sun newspaper-
Dear Deirdre:
I’m in love with the world’s biggest kid and I don’t know what to do!
He went travelling 4 months ago and I never had a chance to tell him how I felt before he left, now he has gone I’m worried he might never come back and I’ll never see him again. It’s made me realise just how much he means to me.
We are both 24 and we went to school together and have always been good friends but it was only in the last year that we became really close. I always knew he was heading off on his travels and he had a girlfriend so there was never anything romantic between us and it never even crossed my mind. Then at the end of March at his leaving do after we had all had a few drinks he said he loved me and that he’d really miss me, I just passed it off as we were all drunk and thought no more of it.
Since he has been away we’ve spoken quite regularly online and he has been telling me all the stories of his travels and he sounds like he is having a great time, but the more we spoke the more I realise just how much he means to me and how big a kid he is with such a big heart.
At first things were fine and I threw myself into my work to try and get my mind of it but as time has gone by I have found myself thinking more and more about him each day and I’m at the end of my tether. He isn’t coming back till December but I miss him so much and worry about him that even though I know it’s selfish I hope if I told him he might come back!
I really want to tell him how I feel but I don’t want to ruin his plans and dreams, what should I do?
I’ve attached a picture to show you just how sad I really am!
Deidre Says:
Fuck off, we all miss him!
Dear Deirdre:
I’m in love with the world’s biggest kid and I don’t know what to do!
He went travelling 4 months ago and I never had a chance to tell him how I felt before he left, now he has gone I’m worried he might never come back and I’ll never see him again. It’s made me realise just how much he means to me.
We are both 24 and we went to school together and have always been good friends but it was only in the last year that we became really close. I always knew he was heading off on his travels and he had a girlfriend so there was never anything romantic between us and it never even crossed my mind. Then at the end of March at his leaving do after we had all had a few drinks he said he loved me and that he’d really miss me, I just passed it off as we were all drunk and thought no more of it.
Since he has been away we’ve spoken quite regularly online and he has been telling me all the stories of his travels and he sounds like he is having a great time, but the more we spoke the more I realise just how much he means to me and how big a kid he is with such a big heart.
At first things were fine and I threw myself into my work to try and get my mind of it but as time has gone by I have found myself thinking more and more about him each day and I’m at the end of my tether. He isn’t coming back till December but I miss him so much and worry about him that even though I know it’s selfish I hope if I told him he might come back!
I really want to tell him how I feel but I don’t want to ruin his plans and dreams, what should I do?
I’ve attached a picture to show you just how sad I really am!
Deidre Says:
Fuck off, we all miss him!
Saturday, 11 July 2009
Thursday, 9 July 2009
"James Hutchings opted to fall off a mountain in the death chair today, was a good swing!!"
That says it all really, doesn't it?
Here we are, worrying our socks off after that frankly unbelievable decision to do a bungee jump, and just when we think he's realised the error of his ways he decides to sit on something called a "death chair". You know what happens to people when they sit in death chairs? They die. Or for the dyslexic among them, they lose their hearing. So you're either dead or deaf. Or both. Brilliant.
But merely sitting down in this "death chair" wasn't enough for the Big Man. Nope. He decided to swing off the side of a bloody mountain on it. You'll no doubt have already picked up on my propensity for italicising certain sections of this post. That's for emphasis. To let you know just how angry I am.
And it's not just me that's crawling the walls. What about his bloody parents, Mama and Papa Hutch? Well, suffice to say that Big Tim's not happy either:
"Tim Hutchings at 7:39am July 9
Your mother is still taking valium from your last escapade, though she has been released from the 'funny farm'. Your passion for falling off high spots must cease immediately. Enough is enough! You must find a greater will to live. We will arrange counselling on your return."
Wise words indeed. But will he learn? Will he fuck. As yet there's no footage of the ordeal taking place, but from what I'm led to believe the chair looks a little something like this:
For God's sake Hutch come home in one piece.
Here we are, worrying our socks off after that frankly unbelievable decision to do a bungee jump, and just when we think he's realised the error of his ways he decides to sit on something called a "death chair". You know what happens to people when they sit in death chairs? They die. Or for the dyslexic among them, they lose their hearing. So you're either dead or deaf. Or both. Brilliant.
But merely sitting down in this "death chair" wasn't enough for the Big Man. Nope. He decided to swing off the side of a bloody mountain on it. You'll no doubt have already picked up on my propensity for italicising certain sections of this post. That's for emphasis. To let you know just how angry I am.
And it's not just me that's crawling the walls. What about his bloody parents, Mama and Papa Hutch? Well, suffice to say that Big Tim's not happy either:
"Tim Hutchings at 7:39am July 9
Your mother is still taking valium from your last escapade, though she has been released from the 'funny farm'. Your passion for falling off high spots must cease immediately. Enough is enough! You must find a greater will to live. We will arrange counselling on your return."
Wise words indeed. But will he learn? Will he fuck. As yet there's no footage of the ordeal taking place, but from what I'm led to believe the chair looks a little something like this:
For God's sake Hutch come home in one piece.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Every single day, everytime i pray i'll be missing you.....
After taking several days off in order to get my head round Big Hutch's reckless endangerment of his health I found myself contemplating the impact that he and his absence has had on the people who know him best.
In response to my own tad theatrical reaction to seeing his video I sort out someone who could show me some sense of reality and calm my jaded nerves.
Enter Big Scott, part time romancer of the elderly and full time Hutch fan.
Expecting a re-assuring word and perhaps one of his legendary hugs to sooth my aching heart and reassure me our favourite son would be ok, imagine the horror when a visibly upset Scott upon seeing the video ran screaming hysterically from the viewing, locking himself in his room sobbing uncontrollably whilst playing Puff Daddy and Faith Evans sombre ballad ‘I’ll be missing you’ on repeat. At the time of writing this Scott is yet to leave his fortress of solitude, preferring only to communicate with the outside world though the medium of paper scrolls wound tightly and passed though the keyhole on his door.
Clearly Scott is a tad over-sensitive, and his reaction suggests deep rooted psychological issues that need resolving? Well apparently not…….
Enter Big Rik. Musical aficionado and regular Big Hutch Blog contributor and all round hairy good guy.
Now this is one smart crumpet, logic and reasoning are his bread and butter and if anyone could put a positive spin on the big mans absence surely he’d be that man? I’m afraid not…….. As I write this Rik is actively seeking Swine Flu victims in his office in order to interact with them in hope of contracting the potentially deadly virus. Why you ask yourself would a smart and successful guy with brilliant friends and very specific musical tastes endanger himself and those around him by taking such a silly and stupid risk? Because that is exactly what our beloved Blutch (Big and Hutch combined) is doing. And we all want to be like him, who doesn't!?
A quick glance at some of Hutch’s other friend’s reveals that all is not right with the village idiots.
Big Del ate ‘rocket’ in a sandwich. Rocket being a vegetable and healthy and Del being Del, that I think you’ll agree is pretty terrifying.
Big Tom (meant in an ironic way, much like little John not actually being little) passed his driving test and actually now drives a car! What the bloody hell is going on!
Big Scott as well as the uncontrollable sobbing has now started dating a young lady under the age of 30 and is happy about it!!
Big Matt donated money to charity. Roy went out and wasn’t the coolest kid in the room and Jordan refuses to top people’s stories and instead listens intently before enthusiastically congratulating them on a yarn well spun.
In times of trouble and inner conflict the Native American Indians have been known to go on spirit walks to seek clarity and the answers to the questions which perplex them when they need enlightenment. It is raining outside so I’m fucked……
Come back soon Big Hutch, we all need you.
In response to my own tad theatrical reaction to seeing his video I sort out someone who could show me some sense of reality and calm my jaded nerves.
Enter Big Scott, part time romancer of the elderly and full time Hutch fan.
Expecting a re-assuring word and perhaps one of his legendary hugs to sooth my aching heart and reassure me our favourite son would be ok, imagine the horror when a visibly upset Scott upon seeing the video ran screaming hysterically from the viewing, locking himself in his room sobbing uncontrollably whilst playing Puff Daddy and Faith Evans sombre ballad ‘I’ll be missing you’ on repeat. At the time of writing this Scott is yet to leave his fortress of solitude, preferring only to communicate with the outside world though the medium of paper scrolls wound tightly and passed though the keyhole on his door.
Clearly Scott is a tad over-sensitive, and his reaction suggests deep rooted psychological issues that need resolving? Well apparently not…….
Enter Big Rik. Musical aficionado and regular Big Hutch Blog contributor and all round hairy good guy.
Now this is one smart crumpet, logic and reasoning are his bread and butter and if anyone could put a positive spin on the big mans absence surely he’d be that man? I’m afraid not…….. As I write this Rik is actively seeking Swine Flu victims in his office in order to interact with them in hope of contracting the potentially deadly virus. Why you ask yourself would a smart and successful guy with brilliant friends and very specific musical tastes endanger himself and those around him by taking such a silly and stupid risk? Because that is exactly what our beloved Blutch (Big and Hutch combined) is doing. And we all want to be like him, who doesn't!?
A quick glance at some of Hutch’s other friend’s reveals that all is not right with the village idiots.
Big Del ate ‘rocket’ in a sandwich. Rocket being a vegetable and healthy and Del being Del, that I think you’ll agree is pretty terrifying.
Big Tom (meant in an ironic way, much like little John not actually being little) passed his driving test and actually now drives a car! What the bloody hell is going on!
Big Scott as well as the uncontrollable sobbing has now started dating a young lady under the age of 30 and is happy about it!!
Big Matt donated money to charity. Roy went out and wasn’t the coolest kid in the room and Jordan refuses to top people’s stories and instead listens intently before enthusiastically congratulating them on a yarn well spun.
In times of trouble and inner conflict the Native American Indians have been known to go on spirit walks to seek clarity and the answers to the questions which perplex them when they need enlightenment. It is raining outside so I’m fucked……
Come back soon Big Hutch, we all need you.
Saturday, 4 July 2009
A clear breach of health and safety regulations
Take a look at the picture below, and you tell me why you think Hutch is looking so pleased with himself.
A quick glance and you realise he's striking a celebratory pose. Nothing wrong with that, you might think. But then you wonder... just what is it he's celebrating, exactly? And then you look again. Now you notice the complex web of safety harnesses and various karabiners he's got wrapped around his body. What's going on here? You begin to worry. Panic sets in. And then you see this:
He's only gone and done a bungy jump, the reckless bastard. Doesn't he realise how worried sick we already were, sitting back home and just praying he makes it home alive? This is the last thing we need. My blood pressure has just gone through the roof. God knows what Health & Safety Scott would have to say about this.
When taking personal fears to one side, it's fair to say that this video proves once and for all that Big Hutch has got bigger kahunas than the rest of us. But then we already knew that. Mad props to the big man. Just don't do it again.
A quick glance and you realise he's striking a celebratory pose. Nothing wrong with that, you might think. But then you wonder... just what is it he's celebrating, exactly? And then you look again. Now you notice the complex web of safety harnesses and various karabiners he's got wrapped around his body. What's going on here? You begin to worry. Panic sets in. And then you see this:
He's only gone and done a bungy jump, the reckless bastard. Doesn't he realise how worried sick we already were, sitting back home and just praying he makes it home alive? This is the last thing we need. My blood pressure has just gone through the roof. God knows what Health & Safety Scott would have to say about this.
When taking personal fears to one side, it's fair to say that this video proves once and for all that Big Hutch has got bigger kahunas than the rest of us. But then we already knew that. Mad props to the big man. Just don't do it again.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
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