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My lack of struggle
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Gold. As always.
I give up on blogging. Reading and writing. I’m going back to books. But I can’t let go of this one. Poor, poor, pitiful me.
Well, you weak-arsed fucker, thanks for thinking you’re pitable for reading me! What a fucking backhander that is! (That is a compliment in Lancashire).
Hope you don’t give up blogging. There’s not many interesting people left.
PainedExile: The GF thought your wooden figures were kiddie prawn and is sulking. Why stop?
I do hope your friend is shown clemency by the magistrates, those supermarket wine purchase processes can prove so labyrinthine and it’s easily done to miss the odd detail.
And I do love that station bar, so much more welcoming than our piccadilly’s hourglass with it’s Stella at four fifty a pint and the company of pigeons at your topply too high tables. Actually though I like how the pigeons are resisting the gentrification of the concourses, just I draw a line at sharing a postmark pint with them.
Hurray I have managed to leave a comment! Must have been a fault with my laptop as proved OK with my mobile phone..you might have to get used to odd predictive text generated randomness though..I meant postwork up there but it insisted on its own preference…
Interesting point about only the poor lending each other money. You’re right. It sounds awful but I wouldn’t. I’d be thinking “I’ll never see that again.”
Flip side of that: would you honestly be as quick to repay a friend who could afford to write it off, as someone else who needs it back to feed their own gas meter?
Jonathan, it is a pleasure to have you furtling about in my box again and I’m sorry that the gates have been so difficult to prise open.
Yes, I have to say, Manchester Piccadilly’s bar is not a becoming place in which travellers of decorum might seek their repose, let alone have a postmark pint.
My friend will probably make a few lines in the local paper. I don’t agree with Courtwatch. It’s Victorian – grubby, salacious, holier-than-thou (and quite tempting to read to see if anyone you know’s in it).
Hello Hannah – Me and my light-fingered friend have always paid each other back because, I think, we’re in the same position. I’d be far less likely to ask someone who could easily afford it to lend it to me, which doesn’t make sense in one way.
Maybe it’s that you know that borrowing off someone really solvent will never (need to) be reciprocated, so it has a more paternalistic feel to it.
I recently invoiced someone who’s basically a friend, including something that they think they didn’t actually ask for. Right now I’m worrying that, even if I get the money, that’s sort of it for our friendship. Sometimes I think the necessariness of the pursuit of money literally dehumanizes us.
But, eh. Merlot.
It’s so awkward that. Then there’s the “mates rates” thing to get round. I do hope your friend will be able to divorce the invoice from the affective side of things.
But, eh. Frosty Jack.
I like the sound of your daughters, they sound feisty and good fun. I’ve read about the book she recommended and it’s spurred me on, I think I shall read it too.
( the more I read aboout your drinking I have to conclude that you have an iron constitution )
They’re great – they’re fun to be with. I always knew I’d enjoy their company if I could only stick it out till they were teenagers.
Drinking – no idea where I get my tolerance from. No-one in my family drinks – apart from my sister, who’ll suggest sharing a bottle of wine between three people. It’s great, I love it. It’s such a rewarding activity.
The Electronic reference up there had me grinning like a monkey… what i seem to like the most is the dad parts mixed in with the debauched non-dad parts cuz there is a part of our lives that are nonfuckingdad, and that may (or may not) be debauched, good shit sir very good, i’ve read the Karl Ove bloke as well, it holds my attention, much like this post…
Thank you — yes I lurch from abandon to control, like many parents I know. I’m looking forward to the Knausgård. The LRB called it “amazing", which is a very unhinged word for them to be using.
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