Help Your Self by Peter Leyland
Help Your Self, the Triumph of Hope over Experience* Now I didn’t like being on my own, but I wasn’t about to rush back into getting married again. Once bitten twice shy, as they say. I was continually surprised by how people around me in the same situation seemed to quickly meet someone else and settle down. I just could not work out how they found it so easy. I had tried friendships of the Harry met Sally type, which unfortunately didn’t end up for me as it does in the film; I had done some blind-dating that actually led to a couple of more than friendships, involving in one case a trip to Paris (without the two boys), but they both came to nothing; and I had even met someone from Manchester on a poetry course with whom I shared what might be called ‘a brief encounter’; but in the end I was still rattling a...