Went to one of my cousins.. (i think) 1st birthday party this afternoon, and i realised something, i hate kids. I guess I love the younger members of my family, only because they're family, not as if i wouldn't throw them some change if I found them on the street or anything. They're just so damn needy, the younger ones. Some are better than others though. Is it ok to hate some kids and not others? I just can't be arsed with it all, to be honest. Parents are always banging on about how their children have changed their lives etc, yeah, righto. I've never actually figured out whether they are referring to positive change, change for the good, or like the changes to life that something such as Cancer would bring.
The party location was pretty swish though. It seems my Uncle is doing rather well for himself over in Oz. I'll get out there one day i'm sure. I'm certainly not dying in Britain.
Le Party location:
Sooo, I managed at least 3 hours at this party, which was a rather top effort in my humble. There's only so much shit you can actually talk to these distant family members you have absolutely no idea about.
My Girlfriend and I run on these occasions with a level of rapport you might find between. I can't think of anything right now, i'll update it later. Anyhow, I'm the over worked and arrogant suit and she the young and sympathetic PA, reminding me on request of names, traits and previous business dealings. It works well.
The Girlfriend:
Don't you just hate dealing with that fake family bollocks, i think what pisses me off most is that decision whether you should kiss and hug, hug then kiss, kiss both cheeks, just the one? Just shake hands, curtsey, knock heads like the common goat. I inevitably get it wrong and then feel awkward about it. But its the worst kind of awkward, she just saw me wipe my bum and look at the toilet paper awkward. I mean, why can't there just be some universal greeting, like some low throat rumbling, no 'touchy feely' involved, i wouldn't even need to look at them, a quick bloody gargle and the whole rooms done; Right, wheres the red wine.
Weekends ticking away her final minutes, gutted. There's no wine here either, i need a wine. Whine with a wine, thats what i say.
Ciao Ciao x
The party location was pretty swish though. It seems my Uncle is doing rather well for himself over in Oz. I'll get out there one day i'm sure. I'm certainly not dying in Britain.
Le Party location:
Sooo, I managed at least 3 hours at this party, which was a rather top effort in my humble. There's only so much shit you can actually talk to these distant family members you have absolutely no idea about.
My Girlfriend and I run on these occasions with a level of rapport you might find between. I can't think of anything right now, i'll update it later. Anyhow, I'm the over worked and arrogant suit and she the young and sympathetic PA, reminding me on request of names, traits and previous business dealings. It works well.
The Girlfriend:
Don't you just hate dealing with that fake family bollocks, i think what pisses me off most is that decision whether you should kiss and hug, hug then kiss, kiss both cheeks, just the one? Just shake hands, curtsey, knock heads like the common goat. I inevitably get it wrong and then feel awkward about it. But its the worst kind of awkward, she just saw me wipe my bum and look at the toilet paper awkward. I mean, why can't there just be some universal greeting, like some low throat rumbling, no 'touchy feely' involved, i wouldn't even need to look at them, a quick bloody gargle and the whole rooms done; Right, wheres the red wine.
Weekends ticking away her final minutes, gutted. There's no wine here either, i need a wine. Whine with a wine, thats what i say.
Ciao Ciao x
