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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The onset of age is something I’ve always been wary of talking about, as it seems a surefire way to expose your misconceptions of the world; discussing your world view when you have 75 years of life behind you seems reasonable, but doing so after 26 seems only to set myself up for exposing how little time I really have had to think about and understand the world. Bearing that in mind, it’s not meant as a grand metaphore for “growing up” or anything serious of the kind when I say that my body just ain’t what it used to be. This past year is the first time I’ve noticed that I can’t be on the go as often as I always have been, and the effects of tiredness have become the single biggest influence on my day to day life. Last night illustrated this aptly as, for the first time in …read more.
There are a few gentlemanly midweek pursuits that genuinely make me admire those who take part in the spirit of the game – snooker, darts and pool for example. Pub quizzes are another and particularly so as there’s something very charming – I won’t describe a team of old men as attractive – about a quiet display of intellect. Alongside my lifetime quest to discover East Lancashire’s finest beer gardens I also like finding a genuinely decent pub quiz but sadly this is a rare treat, thanks in main to these sets of bastards. Massive quiz teams It’s fourteen footballers taking on eleven, a mad Korean referee sending off three players in the World Cup semi-final, Man Utd versus anyone. In short, the odds are unbalanced by sheer weight of numbers and that kind of victory is among the most ignoble. John Barnes would turn in his grave; it’s not one on …read more. |
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