Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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Apropos Terrence’s thoughts. I remember Princess Diana’s death quite well as it happened a few days before I started college in 1997. John stood next to me in a reception hall as we were compelled by the apparent general consensus of the amassed, grieving students to stand and have a minute’s silence. My most vivid memory of her death is of John lolling about next to me muttering “what the fuck…?” Ten years later and it seems a lot of people feel the same now as we did back then. That’s not always a good or trustworthy thing. Don’t read papers, for example – they just say anything to sell a few copies. If you don’t read papers purely for fun you’re in trouble. That Reade geezer in the Mirror was at it yesterday, harping on in that achingly predictable Mirror champion-of-the-working-man way about how shite the royalty are, blah blah …read more.
I’m really interested to know which of these Faberges my friends would first abandon their best man duties on their best mate’s wedding day to elope with. Looking at them, I reckon you can read something in to every one of their faces and poses. There may be a continuing theme of posts such as this as I’m currently fairly fixated with the quandary of women and how they fit in with my life.
One of the very few advantages of keeping a record of thoughts in a manner such as this site is that should the urge strike to cast a glance back, the past is immediately there at your fingertips. It’s not in the format of photographs that are blurred by memory or shared recollections – it’s a word-for-word semblance of what you wanted to say at the time (diluted by the usual considerations, but that’s inescapable). I try only to write these days when there’s something funny or original to mention. Well, these last few months have been original to me and I presume these thoughts have occurred to most people at some point. Years ago, probably four or five years ago, a lot of my thoughts were about what it would be like to be with someone. At that point I just hadn’t done it in any sustained form, and a …read more.
Works nights out have generally passed me by as insignificant and forced; my first one ended with a small lesbian coming on to me in a shifty Accrington pub and contrastingly the second saw me consume four years supply of free Smirnoff Ice in Brasingamens, taking the piss out of the VIP area while body-popping. Last night’s broke the mould though, as simple as it was. Get a few teams down to the bowling place after work, have a couple of games and throw in a few beers – result: happy days. Let me know if I sound inordinately pleased with all of this at any point because we did win and I’m wondering if I only enjoyed it so much because of that. Well, not really, I know I’m not bothered either way because I haven’t had such a laugh in a long time and the result was …read more.
It’s been about eight or nine years since I last went regularly, but faced with the temptation of a really cheap season ticket I’ve succumbed this year and got one with Phil and my uncle Billy. Hearing that they wanted to go too sealed the decision because I was hesitant about going along to a communal experience on my own; when I’ve done it in the past it’s only half the fun. With my mates scattered around the country it’s proved hopeless these past few years trying to get to a few decent games with them, so making sure I get to all of them is the best way to see some decent games. Rovers-Utd is still a special game to me and we’ve had some good Liverpool games here over the years. While Middlesbrough and Portsmouth aren’t exactly filling me with hope, even an average Rovers game is …read more.
“The married folk of today rely on the mobile phone and it is this more than than anything else that makes a marriage work or fail.” – Shuiab Khan |
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