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Last night after dropping Jord off round his mums I went off and picked up Bob from Arlesey. He, his wife Dan, Noelle and myself plotted up in a nice little wine bar we use called La Concha. Its in an old railway building has been tastefully fitted out with all sorts of little accoutrements and well, we all love it there. We haven’t had one bad night out there yet. Its frequented by sensible people too excepting us lot perhaps and has a nice convivial atmosphere.
We drank the house white, some Chilean Sauvignon Blanc. At a tenner a pop, it was excellent value and went down a treat. We’ve decided to form our own little book club there too, just for us 4. I think the 1st book we plan to discuss is going to be ‘London Fields’ by Martin Amis. The other week whilst drunk on a train enroute from Covent Garden I was snobbing on to Danielle about how I doubted it possible for one so middle class and piveledged as Amis to be able to talk with any authority about the lives of folk les ordinaire the salt of the earth working classes and was roundly lambasted and sneered upon as a result. Ha! I pity those other train users that evening, not only did they have to put up with Karaoke Rob and Dan singing Human leagues ‘dont you want me baby’ fed via IPOD, they then had to listen to my drunken blather too – Hehe, we Brits are nuts we’ll put up with literally anything!
Anyways, here I am having gotten in at 8am this morning, having woke at Noelles in her bed (alone I hasten to add) with a brain like a shrunken prune and little memory of how I got there, kebab stained shirt and scruffed up hair. I threw on my jacket and headed on home.To be honest, this morning Ive kinda struggled with this huge hangover which is really unusual cos normally white wine just doesnt do that to me. Im thinking it might be attributable to that Pinot Blush I vaguely recall at Noelles and hahaha Danielle the nutter, she got all revelatory and was running round Noelle’s flat with her thrupennies hanging out haha she’s a loon! Bob and Noelle were desperately trying to cover her modesty and get her to behave herself – Ha , god what is it with us and a pair of knockers! We see them everywhere, papers, tv, films, beaches yet still go a little skew whiff when they are suddenly flopped upon us in places where we dont expect them. Ok, yeah i know social rulesets and all that old boring tosh but funny nonetheless.
Anyhow, I digress, its now what 14:42 and Im starting to feel at least capable of considering the idea of getting up and sorting myself out. Coffee followed by egg sarnie Im kinda veering towards.Got a football match to watch later Sheff Utd vs Arsenal – haven’t been able to contact the kids, so will try them again later, just in case they want to come around and stay over. We are having a ‘family’ day at Dads tommorrow so that should be kinda fun; presents nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles all that stuff.
I was thinking. We really can’t choose our families. We are lumbered with those we have, brothers, sisters, aunts uncles, mums and dads even. We cant change them or trade them in for different models we have to accept them for who they are and do our best to get on with them. When you think about it, thats kinda useful. It teaches us all to be that little more tolerant/understanding and equips us to get on with one and other in this mad wonderful thing that we call life. There was even a time when I used to think, my crazy family and trust me it really is that , would in some way have some negative impact on my kids and that too much exposure to them might not be a good thing! You know what though? It’s great to be able to look back on ones fucked up thinking patterns and say, god did I really ever believe that?
Hmmn…rains just started to splatter on my panes, time to shake a leg I think.
