Friday night's party was not a houseparty after all: just another City bar piss-up. A nice-looking girl showed affection for a while but male politics stopped play.
Saturday's innocence-restorer: making elderflower cordial from the neighbouring pub's tree.
Saturday night's party was not in Mayfair after all: it was in Chelsea. After a slow evening we repaired to one of those Braying Toff places. Very boring until a randy but hmmm lady colleague suggested we shared a taxi home. She saw the panic in my eyes and reflected that we did not actually live in the same part of London.
Sunday's innocence-restorer: Dad's Army best-of DVD. Fraser, Godfrey and Jones dying their hair black - the greatest episode?
Last night was pretty wrong too. Whom I will call Best Pal for the sake of narrative came round and we got smashed over the apparent break up of his 4-year relationship.
Next weekend is earmarked for a renewing trip to the Lake District.
Monday, 21 May 2007
Drink-recover; rpt x 2
Thursday, 17 May 2007
Heathenry over health
Another weekend looms... Like the past few it has been earmarked for a renewing trip to the Lake District; like the past few it will inevitably fall to booze.
Friday night my flatmate's girlfriend's friend is throwing a houseparty which is being sold as ladysome.
Saturday night an office pal is hosting a cocktail party in Mayfair. Mayfair! Not my scene, but this time colleague Rhuna is bringing a friend. "Maybe she is something for you?" was the emailed suggestion...
And hill-walking: sometimes I come back all invigorated, but occasionally it makes no difference. At least the effects of disgraceful alcohol inhalation are mappable in advance - and there's no 5-hour drive.
Friday night my flatmate's girlfriend's friend is throwing a houseparty which is being sold as ladysome.
Saturday night an office pal is hosting a cocktail party in Mayfair. Mayfair! Not my scene, but this time colleague Rhuna is bringing a friend. "Maybe she is something for you?" was the emailed suggestion...
And hill-walking: sometimes I come back all invigorated, but occasionally it makes no difference. At least the effects of disgraceful alcohol inhalation are mappable in advance - and there's no 5-hour drive.
Monday, 14 May 2007
Crap effort
IT technicienne was back in this morning. I excelled myself.
Pass 1
me: "what's wrong with it this time?"
she: "what's wrong?"
me: "er, with the computer"
she: [smiling sympathetically] "nothing's wrong, nothing at all"
Pass 2 [as she's waiting for the lift]
me: "see you next time"
she: "mm-hmm..."
Rubbish! If only i had a proper excuse to speak to her. Perhaps i shall lobby the boss for a Mac...
Pass 1
me: "what's wrong with it this time?"
she: "what's wrong?"
me: "er, with the computer"
she: [smiling sympathetically] "nothing's wrong, nothing at all"
Pass 2 [as she's waiting for the lift]
me: "see you next time"
she: "mm-hmm..."
Rubbish! If only i had a proper excuse to speak to her. Perhaps i shall lobby the boss for a Mac...
Sunday, 13 May 2007
Friends in crisis
Me and my best pal have been discussing some of our friends in the pub.
- Jake: last weekend guzzled 15 pills, 2 grams of coke, plus the usual civil drugs. Still having panic attacks.
- Sarah: in tears all week, rages, random disappearances
- Mark: gambling addiction, weed addiction
- Laurie: Trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Stav: No trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Julian: Brain completely gone - drugs
- Steven: lonely
- Joe: depressed
- Dom: lonely, depressed
- Richard: dead - cause unknown
(Names changed.)
I think a modern westerner's happiness rests on three pillars: good friends, an OK occupation/preoccupation and the love of another.
Going through this list of embattled 20-somethings, almost none have (or had, in one case) all three things. Few even have two - surely the minimum long-term requirement. Most just have one, and you can't get by on that forever.
In other news, as they say, I just got an email from a multi-layered girl with whom I've had a strange friendship for the past year or so. It was in verse.
Time for bed.
- Jake: last weekend guzzled 15 pills, 2 grams of coke, plus the usual civil drugs. Still having panic attacks.
- Sarah: in tears all week, rages, random disappearances
- Mark: gambling addiction, weed addiction
- Laurie: Trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Stav: No trust fund, no motivation, unemployable, depressed
- Julian: Brain completely gone - drugs
- Steven: lonely
- Joe: depressed
- Dom: lonely, depressed
- Richard: dead - cause unknown
(Names changed.)
I think a modern westerner's happiness rests on three pillars: good friends, an OK occupation/preoccupation and the love of another.
Going through this list of embattled 20-somethings, almost none have (or had, in one case) all three things. Few even have two - surely the minimum long-term requirement. Most just have one, and you can't get by on that forever.
In other news, as they say, I just got an email from a multi-layered girl with whom I've had a strange friendship for the past year or so. It was in verse.
Time for bed.
Monday, 7 May 2007
The Weekend
Friday: Flatmate's gig. Well - a girl tried to get me dancing with her! But she didn't look too good and I straight-batted. Twice this happened, and in front of her complicit friends. I empathised because I embarrass myself in that way frequently. And us male beggars can hardly be choosers, can we?
Saturday: Friend's girlfriend's birthday party. No girls. Declined MDMA in anticipation of ....
Sunday: Early start, walked along the course of the river F1eet, from Highgate to Blackfriars. You can peer down at it from time to time through storm drains. It reaches the Thames beneath Blackfriars Bridge, ignominiously, via a spout.
Monday: Nerded away at my website. Watched This is England - OK if violent.
Saturday: Friend's girlfriend's birthday party. No girls. Declined MDMA in anticipation of ....
Sunday: Early start, walked along the course of the river F1eet, from Highgate to Blackfriars. You can peer down at it from time to time through storm drains. It reaches the Thames beneath Blackfriars Bridge, ignominiously, via a spout.
Monday: Nerded away at my website. Watched This is England - OK if violent.
Service with a blessing
I sent the site over for review.
Blessings
Debbie
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Blessings
Debbie
----- Original Message -----
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To: info@wisechoice.net
Sent: Sunday, May 06, 2007
Subject: request for site to be blocked
hi can you please block this website: http://in.solit.us/ it's full of pornographic downloads. Thanks xxxxxxxxx (username: xxxxxx)
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Tuesday, 1 May 2007
MySpace as tear-jerker
A guy in a bygone circle of friends died yesterday. He was universally liked, not least by me who only really knew him through drinking.
His MySpace page is now a litany of tributes to which I just added. I hope my comment wasn't too mawkish, I don't think so. Anyway it obligated me to pour a gin and tonic in his name. Not three, necessarily, but I doubt he'd have disapproved.
The "last login" date was shortly before he went, and the first of a flood of messages a couple of days later. A particular cartoon sits beneath his profile picture, making it all rather too much.
Whom the Gods love eh.
His MySpace page is now a litany of tributes to which I just added. I hope my comment wasn't too mawkish, I don't think so. Anyway it obligated me to pour a gin and tonic in his name. Not three, necessarily, but I doubt he'd have disapproved.
The "last login" date was shortly before he went, and the first of a flood of messages a couple of days later. A particular cartoon sits beneath his profile picture, making it all rather too much.
Whom the Gods love eh.
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