Three things have transpired from this weekend -
A) Helen's new man, House,(he of the sun God worship) is rather a charmer (or a stalker?) He turned up unnanounced early this morning and cooked us all smoked salmon and egg croissants. Considering that they have only been on one date I am not sure what to make of this but I enjoyed the food. He also read a subliminal message into the fact she gave him tea in a Spice Girls mug. Zig-a-Zig Ah? We shall see.
B) Bonfire night is a bit of a let down. In the words of Sargeant Pepper -
"Pah. That's not a fire or fireworks! Sorry I shouldn't compare to the greatest show on earth."
I'm rather inclined to agree.
C) The besrkr blood which I spoke of last month runs strongly in the veins of my own family. (My dad's side has a lot of Irish blood) I called my dad on Friday night and he was out in Cardiff with my two brothers, sister in law to be and various psycho degenerates from my childhood.
During the course of the conversation some local hoods tried to mug my dad for the phone and were duly battered by my older brother and his mates while my little brother ran off down the street crying. Eventually the police turned up and they all had to do a runner in my Dad's car. The cacophony over the airwaves was remininscent of Begby, besrkrs and all things Shameless.
As I listened to my family brawling on the street 200 miles away, I pondered our genepool and the behaviour that results from it. It's little wonder that my brother and I have a confused cultural identity having been half brought (dragged) up by a warehouse robbing, benefit fiddling, wordly-wise Geordie pimp and half brought up by a compassionate, spiritual, optimistic, yoga-teaching saviour of homeless and blind people. It's like having each foot in two very different worlds and I am grateful for that.
Anyway, I have to leave the house now as every bedroom barring mine contains Sunday-snuggling couples talking coupleshit to each other in baby voices no doubt and the cutesy vibes are too much to bear. I'm going to the pub.
A) Helen's new man, House,(he of the sun God worship) is rather a charmer (or a stalker?) He turned up unnanounced early this morning and cooked us all smoked salmon and egg croissants. Considering that they have only been on one date I am not sure what to make of this but I enjoyed the food. He also read a subliminal message into the fact she gave him tea in a Spice Girls mug. Zig-a-Zig Ah? We shall see.
B) Bonfire night is a bit of a let down. In the words of Sargeant Pepper -
"Pah. That's not a fire or fireworks! Sorry I shouldn't compare to the greatest show on earth."
I'm rather inclined to agree.
C) The besrkr blood which I spoke of last month runs strongly in the veins of my own family. (My dad's side has a lot of Irish blood) I called my dad on Friday night and he was out in Cardiff with my two brothers, sister in law to be and various psycho degenerates from my childhood.
During the course of the conversation some local hoods tried to mug my dad for the phone and were duly battered by my older brother and his mates while my little brother ran off down the street crying. Eventually the police turned up and they all had to do a runner in my Dad's car. The cacophony over the airwaves was remininscent of Begby, besrkrs and all things Shameless.
As I listened to my family brawling on the street 200 miles away, I pondered our genepool and the behaviour that results from it. It's little wonder that my brother and I have a confused cultural identity having been half brought (dragged) up by a warehouse robbing, benefit fiddling, wordly-wise Geordie pimp and half brought up by a compassionate, spiritual, optimistic, yoga-teaching saviour of homeless and blind people. It's like having each foot in two very different worlds and I am grateful for that.
Anyway, I have to leave the house now as every bedroom barring mine contains Sunday-snuggling couples talking coupleshit to each other in baby voices no doubt and the cutesy vibes are too much to bear. I'm going to the pub.
posted by Jessica at 11:59 AM
I only need pen and paper, and someone to write down my ideas
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