Girls Have Just Gotta Have Fu-un
May 30, 2012 § 55 Comments
Oh, yeah? As if.
Maybe I have said this before but I’ll say it again.
At first people told me to “Go out and have fun” which not even roughly translates as, “Fuck a lot”. And at first I thought, no, not dignified; been there, done that; now I’ve got children to consider, and it never made me happy in my 20s, it’s unlikely to do so now… et al. It’s a decent relationship I fancy, not zipless fucks. Anyway, not sure how “fun” they ever were in the first place. It’s a kind of “fun” which eluded me then as it never was much “fun”; and now it’s no “fun” at all, just displacement and grief. Take Surprise Twinkle. About as much fun and humour as a cardboard box, empty of all content, even the polystyrene shrimps. So.
Am all set to join the Tracy Emin school of thought.
Give up the whole fucking thing.
My new dawn is simple. Maybe go to an ashram but definitely read shitloads more novels (though – call me bitter and a snob, I don’t care! – not low-brow gobshite like A Million Shades of Tedium), drink lots of lovely lattes, hang out with my wonderful family and friends, and try vicariously to giggle at the humour and hedonism of teenagers.