Drifting through the hazy recollections of last Saturday night like some vast and forbidding spectre the following snippet of conversation looms large.
“Aww, that’s so romantic. But I can see why you’re still single.”
“What?”
“Well, you’ve just described an ideal date, you’re thoughtful and…”
“Hang on, how is that a bad thing?”
“Let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re thoughtful. You’d take someone somewhere nice, like Chatsworth House, with no expectations, spend the day getting to know them and then, on the way home, you’d stop off somewhere you’d pretend to have stumbled upon when really you’d found it beforehand, made sure it was nice, and had a quick look at the menu.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“People don’t expect it.”
“People don’t expect to be treated well on a date?”
“Of course they do, just not like that.”
“You know that makes no sense at all don’t you?”
“I guess. All I’m saying is that this isn’t Victorian England and being thoughtful and courteous isn’t going to get you anything.”
“So, what, I should just bang the shit out of them the first time I meet them and buy a McDonalds?”
“It couldn’t hurt.”
I’m still somewhat disgruntled about the whole exchange, it all seems rather arbitrary. Evidently I’m missing something.
Look at that, first post of the New Year and it turns out to be a poem about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power. Who’d have thought eh?
I trust that everyone had a lovely Christmas and a happy New Year? I certainly did, I ate, drank and was merry. It wasn’t just on account of the booze either, I got to spend a lot of time with my friends and, if I’m honest, there’s almost nothing I enjoy more. The whole family side of things I can take or leave. I know it sounds curmudgeonly but I’m really not a family person, never have been. Spending time with my friends however, well, trite as it may be, it was the best present I could have had.
That or a giant laser.
I’ll accept friends in lieu (or is it leiu) of lasers though. Even if some of them do persist in insinuating irritating things every time I open my mouth.
So, 2007. The big two, zero, zero, seven. What’s that all about then? Or rather, what’s it all going to all be about. All. Hmm? I’m thinking it’s going to be all about the skiing and the trips abroad and the finding someone who’ll put up with me for more than five minutes before deciding I’m perfect friend material. It’s going to be about speedboats (I want to go on one) and country houses and long weekends and walks in the park.
Unless I get that laser, then it’ll be all about world domination and monkey butlers. You?
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
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