innit
life does have funny turns sometimes.
tonight g has gone to see a genesis tribute band in east croydon. they are performing a peter-gabriel-era album live. it may have lamb in the title. he did tell me but i wasn't paying attention.
this is the man i have children, a house, several mortgages and possibly - statistics are against us, unmarried couple and all that, but we seem to be doing alright - a future with.
he has been excited for weeks.
i - on the other hand - have spent the afternoon trying to rehearse romeo and juliet in a small classroom in an undisclosedbutveryclosetothefamouspolicestationwheretheyheldalltheIRA suspectsinthe70sand80s FE college. with 15 17 year olds. most of whom should be in borstal.
is there borstal any longer?
when i was 20 a 40 year old millionaire fell madly in love with me. he offered me everything - marriage (think pre-nup) an international jetset lifestlye (he had places in NY , London and Newcastle Australia - alright a bit odd that) and his full support for me to do whatever i wanted provided i just shagged him a bit and wore his ring (no sniggering please - a diamond one).
it's hard to see the downside isn't it? the problem with being 20 is you never know who to say yes to. the problem with being 37 is that 40 year old millionaires are out chasing 20 year olds. oh and the partner/kids/house bit. that could be awkward too.
but i bet he never got excited about genesis tribute bands, and it is kind of endearing..
innit.
tonight g has gone to see a genesis tribute band in east croydon. they are performing a peter-gabriel-era album live. it may have lamb in the title. he did tell me but i wasn't paying attention.
this is the man i have children, a house, several mortgages and possibly - statistics are against us, unmarried couple and all that, but we seem to be doing alright - a future with.
he has been excited for weeks.
i - on the other hand - have spent the afternoon trying to rehearse romeo and juliet in a small classroom in an undisclosedbutveryclosetothefamouspolicestationwheretheyheldalltheIRA suspectsinthe70sand80s FE college. with 15 17 year olds. most of whom should be in borstal.
is there borstal any longer?
when i was 20 a 40 year old millionaire fell madly in love with me. he offered me everything - marriage (think pre-nup) an international jetset lifestlye (he had places in NY , London and Newcastle Australia - alright a bit odd that) and his full support for me to do whatever i wanted provided i just shagged him a bit and wore his ring (no sniggering please - a diamond one).
it's hard to see the downside isn't it? the problem with being 20 is you never know who to say yes to. the problem with being 37 is that 40 year old millionaires are out chasing 20 year olds. oh and the partner/kids/house bit. that could be awkward too.
but i bet he never got excited about genesis tribute bands, and it is kind of endearing..
innit.
posted by spindleshanks at 9:56 PM
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And this is why, irritating as they are, we still let boys live with us. They are endearing, they do unexpectedly nice things just out of the blue now and again, and they are fun to larf with. My boy got all excited the other day because he got to go to a boat show on Darling Harbour – he kept telling me stuff about the lovely boats he had seen while we waited for the little train to take us home. His big-boy face all grinning and glowing, just like a little boy.
They can be such a pain and then all of a sudden, so lovable. 29 years on, I reckon I've tamed my bear and I'm glad I stuck with him through grouch and grumble and all.
Besides, it doesn't bear thinking of, how many rich people are miserable, dull, joyless creatures. I mean if I had lots of money I'd be even happier. Wouldn't I?
a lamb lies down on broadway. ahem.
what?? my stepdad was a massive genesis fan and we had to listen to them endlessly on long car journeys.
boys, eh?
The thing about being old(er) is you can't tell the stupid younger you when they are on to a good thing!
I also passed up the chance of a millionaire at about 20ish - and he was much the same age, rather sweet & quite fanciable too. Plus, he would've been tearing his hair out after actually living with me for more than a few months & would've paid me a massive sum to go away:-)
I seriously debated with myself (i'd known Aggie for about 6 months at this point), and if I could go back there now I'd give myself a hard slap & tell me to stop being so bloody stupid!
Oh well, who can tell what might have been? Aggie turned out alright really - apart from all his faults:-) If we ever found the perfect loke we'd spend all day worrying about what he was hiding from us:-) as faults go, Genesis might be a bit embarrassing, but not earth shattering!
I think it's called love.
xxxx
og you old softie - must be those hormones xx
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