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Social Cripple
Jan. 7th, 2005 01:23 pmMore stuff going up on Ebay today and only 1 hour left to get your mits on Ulysses 31.
The most odd thing happened last night. Gideon and I had visitors. The doorbell rang whilst I was pouring out a nice JD and coke. Gid and I looked at each other in shock. This was the first time the doorbell had rung since we moved in and neither of us knew what to do for a moment. I swigged some whiskey and Gid scampered off to get the door as I reasoned that it couldn't be anyone I know. It was Vinnie and Eve who had stopped by to chat and borrow some of my horror films.
May it happen more often. Having lived with my parents for two years (who never have visitors) the whole social thing isn't something I've been in the habit of doing. Really, why would I invite people around to my parents house so they can listen to my brother call everyone a C**T. I'm now becoming convinced that I'll become a social cripple like my mother. I must make more of an effort to be sociable now that there's a tube line down the road and my own house to entertain in.
I like the Jerry Springer complaints - 15000 received even before the BBC airs the Opera tomorrow night. As one of the guys on the Beeb this morning said, there aren't that many people who believe in God anymore in this country. I suspect this may be the result of the sinister clubbing together of university Christian Unions to prevent the spread of filth and indoctrinate the young. More on where this vitriol came from at a later date...
The most odd thing happened last night. Gideon and I had visitors. The doorbell rang whilst I was pouring out a nice JD and coke. Gid and I looked at each other in shock. This was the first time the doorbell had rung since we moved in and neither of us knew what to do for a moment. I swigged some whiskey and Gid scampered off to get the door as I reasoned that it couldn't be anyone I know. It was Vinnie and Eve who had stopped by to chat and borrow some of my horror films.
May it happen more often. Having lived with my parents for two years (who never have visitors) the whole social thing isn't something I've been in the habit of doing. Really, why would I invite people around to my parents house so they can listen to my brother call everyone a C**T. I'm now becoming convinced that I'll become a social cripple like my mother. I must make more of an effort to be sociable now that there's a tube line down the road and my own house to entertain in.
I like the Jerry Springer complaints - 15000 received even before the BBC airs the Opera tomorrow night. As one of the guys on the Beeb this morning said, there aren't that many people who believe in God anymore in this country. I suspect this may be the result of the sinister clubbing together of university Christian Unions to prevent the spread of filth and indoctrinate the young. More on where this vitriol came from at a later date...