Just a brief post, since I’m very tired. As mentioned previously, we had a gathering earlier tonight of folk from our year, namely myself, Derek, Gary, Chris, Lucas, Gregor, Disco Stu, and of course our special guest star, Colleen McDermid. Talk quickly fell into the familiar pattern of mocking lecturers, recalling amusing anecdotes from the past year, and taking every possible opportunity to point out how old I apparently am – though, in fairness, that last activity was carried out by Colleen far more than the others, and with great enthusiasm.
I’m becoming aware that I’m entering another entire year of being told I’m practically pensionable and short of stature, and of explaining that no, I really don’t want to sit somewhere with music too loud to allow me to have a conversation, nor to have more than a couple of beers in a given evening. Perhaps that means I’m indeed old, but that’s another post.
I can’t close without explanation of the title; Derek had been to a formal dinner earlier in the evening and thus showed up in suit, shirt and tie, complete with complimentary metal business-card holder, use of the word “natty” to describe his coat’s integral mobile phone holding pouch, and possibly even a hint of a swagger. Dapper indeed.
I haven’t spilled coffee in over 6 months… and still I’m referred to as the Marker
Don’t know what you should do with that comment… atleast you know I’ve read your post ;)
And coming in at nuber 91… COMMENTS.
Just gonna check out the comments…
mnhab..coffee…asimonref..Marker…
DELETEDYou must realise that if I did really believe you were old the last thing I would do is say it to your face! After all, i’m not a big fan of loud music either!
A Strumpet before Dinner
Time for a long dispatch, methinks.
To kick things off – Sebastian Horsley on prostitutes. I post it without comment, but this man had himself crucified for art. I heard him originally on Jeremy Vine’s radio show on Wednesday (now, alas, gone fro…