Birthday Balloons
2-0 to the beloved 'ding! Gotta love 'em.
Went out for Monky's birthday on Friday, and was lovely to see her, and partake in pies and drinks to celebrate her 26th year of life. She looked absolutely gorgeous as always. Though one too many drinks made her retire to her bed early!! Me, Choc Chip and Bems tried to trip the light fandango without the birthday girl but I've got to admit to finding the 'ding town somewhat disappointing these days. The only places of note (i.e. not populated by identikit barbie-dolls and hair-gelled men in striped short-sleeve shirts) are tiny, and rammed, and close too early. And the 'Purple Turtle', the favourite hang-out of my yoof, has now gone down the same route. Whatever happened, you could always rely on the Turtle to play some alternative music, and be home to people of all weird and wonderful varieties. No longer! I mourn it's loss to the 'same-old-same-old' almost as keenly as the helium balloon I let go at the Newbury show circa 1985. Not quite as much, though, as my parents will no doubt bare witness. I am no longer capable of throwing tantrums on that scale. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
Went out for Monky's birthday on Friday, and was lovely to see her, and partake in pies and drinks to celebrate her 26th year of life. She looked absolutely gorgeous as always. Though one too many drinks made her retire to her bed early!! Me, Choc Chip and Bems tried to trip the light fandango without the birthday girl but I've got to admit to finding the 'ding town somewhat disappointing these days. The only places of note (i.e. not populated by identikit barbie-dolls and hair-gelled men in striped short-sleeve shirts) are tiny, and rammed, and close too early. And the 'Purple Turtle', the favourite hang-out of my yoof, has now gone down the same route. Whatever happened, you could always rely on the Turtle to play some alternative music, and be home to people of all weird and wonderful varieties. No longer! I mourn it's loss to the 'same-old-same-old' almost as keenly as the helium balloon I let go at the Newbury show circa 1985. Not quite as much, though, as my parents will no doubt bare witness. I am no longer capable of throwing tantrums on that scale. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
posted by TheMightyDing at 12:49
1 Comments:
I retract my scandalous comments about drunkenness (but by three- two pints of cider, would you be meaning six pints??!!). Anyhoos whatever the reason for your early departure, it was most luvverly to see you and celebrate your birfday. You're only truly classy, once you've turned 26. It's a fact!
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