This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!
The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.
I hope you enjoy my offerings. Feedback and comments of any kind are welcome.
When you are all counting down the hours, minutes, then finally the seconds as you await the death of 2011 and the birth of 2012, think of me!
As the alcohol trickle becomes a torrent; as the jovial party mood turns to gut-spewing, raucous and arrest-warranting behaviour; as the globe spins and each time-zone belches out good wishes for the future; as fireworks around the world scare the shit out of everyone's cats and dogs ...
... I will be working!!!
Well, actually, I will be in bed ...if I'm lucky.
If I'm unlucky, I will be dealing with tantrums of a client who just can't understand what all the fuss is about.
The 'unlucky' scenario is the more likely of the two.
Anyway,
Happy New Year!
My next post will be in 2012. I hope you can survive the year without me!
As you get older ... and you will ... that thunderous cacophony of noise as 'late at night' crashes into 'early in the morning' will be heard fewer and fewer times.
Partying ... real partying ... is a younger man's, or woman's, sport.
I used to be able to go out at 8pm, trawl through the bars, disco's (in my day) and clubs only to arrive back home well after the new day had dawned ... nowadays, well, let's just say that I haven't seen midnight for quite a while.
I envy the young! They seem to have energy in abundance and insist on burning their candles at both ends with a fervent passion that I, in my younger days,could only have dreamed of.
Of course now that I belong to what once was called the 'fuddy-duddy'-set, and no longer indulge in youthful boisterousness, I thoroughly disapprove of what the young get up to!
And why not?
The young b@$tard$ are having all the damned fun whereas I sit (well, slumber) the night away wondering where I'm going to get the energy from for the following days work.
Party?
I reckon I'd be too much of a grump-assed git to attend any parties these days ... except those senior citizen tea and bingo ones.
Just like Jonah Louie, I used to be a kitchen hoverer, so when all is said and done, I ain't really missing much.
