The X Factor

Oh yes. Spent the whole day in a workshop with X. I sat up front (as always). He snuck into a row behind. Somewhere along the line, in a (flaccid but) impassioned defence of some useless situation he used his height (6.4) to get out of it. "But I'm 6.3 " I asserted. Later, we chewed on tasteless sandwiches and diet cokes and I went up lamely to compare heights. The asshole is an inch taller. I'm sure I'd have measured up if I'd used a better hair product. And so to bed.