December 22, 2011 § 36 Comments
Headache still flogging me like a dead horse but I am up and about, if rather at half-mast. Another party tonight which I am not going to miss for anything because it promises to be a good one, even if there aren’t going to be any available men there. Well, truth is, I’ve no idea if there are or not, but I can take a wild guess.
I’ve been thinking I’d like to give a big party and the idea would be that instead of asking the guests to bring a bottle, as is my usual wont, I would ask them to bring a man, be he divorced, a bachelor or a widower. I have been thinking how this would tick all my boxes because they would all be friends of friends and it would make for an interesting mix and I could never again be accused of not being proactive.
But of course the operative word is “all” because there would be no “all” about it. The party would consist of me… and… no one else, because no one would turn up. My friends wouldn’t turn up because none of them has a spare man to rub between them – save serious SFARs – even though they would dearly love to see me sorted, and no spare man would turn up because there aren’t any. OK, there may be somewhere, but can you imagine any of them actually wanting to come to a stranger’s Bring-A-Man party? I don’t think so.
I think this headache is sending me slightly round the bend.
Back to the pathetic paracetamol. Back to the dreary drawing-board.