Knowledge enormous

A digressive young buck in the media industry explains to you why he's right.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Now: how to have a bad morning

This, too, needs preparation – over a longer period, surprisingly, than having a good morning (see yesterday).

  1. Go to university
  2. Make good friends
  3. Hang around for a year, building a reputation for fearsome wit, incisive intellect and being more attractive to homosexual tutors than to the opposite sex
  4. Go home for summer and see old friends NB not old like coolj’s current special friend (Fr. Vielle); nor old as in ‘former’ (Fr. Ancien); no, we mean old as in longstanding (Fr. De longue date).
  5. Look forward to the coming year
  6. Meet a pair of twats (let’s call them A and C) in the first year
  7. Get idolised by aforementioned twats
  8. Lose will to live
  9. Escape to France for a year. Return to find that all real friends have left
  10. Allow desperation to mar judgement and bestow society on twats
  11. Watch sadly as twats’ idolatry turns rapidly and inevitably to mockery as respect for seniority wanes
  12. Allow situation to continue as far as 2005, where necessity has slowly evolved into genuine, if disturbing, affection
  13. Go for quiet drink with twats (henceforth friends)
  14. Drink several pints with friends
  15. Hear self say “Come back to mine – I’ve got some raspberry vodka I picked up from duty free.” Hear aggressive inner voice swear violently while reminding self of need for sleep; hear second, more insecure inner voice wonder whether owning raspberry vodka is something to be admitted to
  16. Drink vodka, watch comedy, exchange tales from the day with the lanky twat (housemate home late from separate event)
  17. Go to bed at 1am or so, late for a little boy with work next day
  18. Wake up with hangover, find that local children (cunts) have stolen back brake from bicycle
  19. Take public transport to work
  20. Construct more furniture at work. Realise mistake in not stealing and selling on second set of screwdrivers
  21. Get told to go to dinner with strange Russian client in the evening at 8pm
  22. Protest regarding prior, personal (fabricated) commitment: get told to “fuck off and stop being such a Mary”
  23. Head and body ache prevent any semblance of remonstration
  24. Lower lip begins to tremble

I never used to get hangovers. I worry that their coming heralds the onset of old-age. CJ, could you ask your special friend whether she remembers being 24, and whether hangovers get worse? Let me know. I feel like poo.

17 Comments:

  • At 11:45 AM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    my friend has taken the day off. no doubt she's gone to the bingo hall or something (I'm sure you can come up with a myriad of funnies)

    was vaguely aware that I should have been making a point about your raspberry vodka but a) it tasted nice and b) I was busy defending milady's honour.

    no hangover on my part...have a feeling that's because I missed out on the stout...therefore you have only arte to blame for your current disposition.

     
  • At 11:47 AM, Blogger piu piu said…

    london gives u hangovers. its the pollution and the lack of sociallife.

    come on friday. i'm not a twat.

     
  • At 11:49 AM, Blogger leflange said…

    you're damn right about that bruddy stout, but I think it was also because when I walk into a Samuel Smith's pub I become a teenager with a hankering for cider.

    sorry about the mockery old boy: of course she's not at the bingo hall.

    presumably she just gets a bit tired at her age and the management make allowances.

     
  • At 11:53 AM, Blogger leflange said…

    Piu,

    You're probably right, but I think alcohol plays a part, as does smoking when you get pissed, despite supposedly having given up.

    OK. Don't get defensive.

     
  • At 11:54 AM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    no problem lef... abuse is entirely justified. of course, I would return the favour were it not for context...

    he'll be there on friday

     
  • At 11:54 AM, Blogger Artegall said…

    I feel great, I can tell you. The stout did some amazing things to my toilet this morning. When are we going to the National Maritime Museum then chaps? CoolJ, you could bring your lady if you want - I'm sure she'd enjoy it. Does she remember Napoleon?

     
  • At 12:02 PM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    brilliant. there's clearly a lot of mileage to be had out of this one

     
  • At 12:04 PM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    What is this Friday business anyway?I'm inrigued.(and frankly feeling a little out of the loop Mr Lef, but I'll forgive you)

     
  • At 12:05 PM, Blogger leflange said…

    Good news. Crazy Russians can't make dinner - presumably doing a crack deal or something.

    This means I'm free.

    Maritime museum. When are you chaps free? I've spent many a happy day in Greenwich, and last time I was there had a brief chat with Lawrence Lewellyn Bowen.

    Artegall: of course she doesn't remember Napolean. Age withers the memory.

    sorry coolj - i'll knock this on the head now. you know it's just older woman jealously.

     
  • At 12:08 PM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    actually I think it's rather funny so don't worry - I'm not going to marry the girl (let's give it a couple of weeks)

     
  • At 12:14 PM, Blogger leflange said…

    see blog - artegall's going.

     
  • At 12:28 PM, Blogger LLCoolJ said…

    just been on the maritime museum website. very excited especially since my octogenarian piece of crumpet gets a concession.

    up to speed on Friday now. hope all goes well, piu piu, you appear to be very talented.

     
  • At 12:32 PM, Blogger leflange said…

    Appearances can be deceptive - we'll let you know on Monday.

     
  • At 1:38 PM, Blogger Bourgeois Wife said…

    Pah, you lightweights. When I was your age, I went to work on no sleep at all. Although, granted, it was hideous.
    Why would you want to go to the National Maritime Museum?

     
  • At 2:05 PM, Blogger leflange said…

    I know, I know. I used to go out a lot more, but I have a fairly international job, and about 18 months ago I went out for a drink with housemates the night before going on a trip to Paris involving a 5.45am wake-up.

    A drink turned into a few turned into a club turned into waking up with my face stuck to the toilet bowl at 4.30am and still being pissed in the first meeting.

    I haven't done that since, and try to keep calm midweek.

     
  • At 2:06 PM, Blogger leflange said…

    Oh, and a friend of ours works there and gave us free tickets. she needs our support, though frnakly, coming from Portsomouth I've had my fill of maritime history.

     
  • At 8:34 PM, Blogger Artegall said…

    BTW...I think this is the definition of good drinking. I didn't even know it was raspberry flavour I read coolj's comment.

     

Post a Comment

<< Home