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essayelVaguely cheerful right now.
First reason is because a few months ago I sort of accidentally got a single solitary webpage - you know what it's like when you click buttons at random. Well, they pestered me that it hadn't been updated - in fact I'd done nothing to it at all - so yesterday I fiddled round with it and put on some links to my stories. I had intended to put links to other peoples but they'd only let me do 4 - cheapskates - so sorry folks. If ever I get a serious one with all the bells and whistles that does everything bar fry fish then I will link to lots of proper stories by proper authors. But for now this will have to do. Anyway, I feel absurdly pleased with myself - who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks - woof!
The second reason should actually be a cause of acute embarrassment but - what the heck. I've just taken my mother to an 80th birthday party. Now you'd think that a middleaged woman would be safe at one of those wouldn't you? Well, there was a middleaged man there who claimed to find me vaguely familiar, we were introduced and he asked about my schooling, obviously got his bearings and said "Oh, now, I do remember you! That party at New Year in 1975!"
I smiled politely. "What party was that?" I asked.
"The one at..." and he began to tell me all about it.
Oh shit! I thought as the memories began to creep back.
"I'd never seen you before," he said, "but you were already famous." I was too scared to ask why.
"Then Ken came rushing in," he continued, "and shouted that you'd dived in the swimming pool and everyone who could still walk rushed out to see and Phil Williams pulled you out by the hair." I remembered that - that had hurt, but not as much as smashing the ice when I dived in.
"And they brought you in and propped you up against the cooker and that white dress you were wearing went completely see through. That's what stuck in my mind." He grinned and then added very gallantly (and sadly inaccurately) "You haven't changed that much."
I apologised for my behaviour and made the excuse that several pints of Barley Wine has that effect upon a girl. He replied that everybody had been in much the same state and the house had had to be redecorated afterwards - not due to my damp state but due to someone else's activities with a pot of paint they found in the shed.
Now, to be reminded that at one time one was notorious for being wild to a fault and up for any old nonsense should be intensely embarrassing. However, he seemed to be so cheerful about the memory I prefer to view myself as a public benefactor. I obviously gave a lot of innocent pleasure with my antics and many people must have had a good time laughing at my expense. *sigh* how things have changed. I can't even remember the last time I danced on a table! I can't even remember the last time I danced. Kids be warned...make the most of your youth because a time will come when you don't even remember that you once had one.
First reason is because a few months ago I sort of accidentally got a single solitary webpage - you know what it's like when you click buttons at random. Well, they pestered me that it hadn't been updated - in fact I'd done nothing to it at all - so yesterday I fiddled round with it and put on some links to my stories. I had intended to put links to other peoples but they'd only let me do 4 - cheapskates - so sorry folks. If ever I get a serious one with all the bells and whistles that does everything bar fry fish then I will link to lots of proper stories by proper authors. But for now this will have to do. Anyway, I feel absurdly pleased with myself - who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks - woof!
The second reason should actually be a cause of acute embarrassment but - what the heck. I've just taken my mother to an 80th birthday party. Now you'd think that a middleaged woman would be safe at one of those wouldn't you? Well, there was a middleaged man there who claimed to find me vaguely familiar, we were introduced and he asked about my schooling, obviously got his bearings and said "Oh, now, I do remember you! That party at New Year in 1975!"
I smiled politely. "What party was that?" I asked.
"The one at..." and he began to tell me all about it.
Oh shit! I thought as the memories began to creep back.
"I'd never seen you before," he said, "but you were already famous." I was too scared to ask why.
"Then Ken came rushing in," he continued, "and shouted that you'd dived in the swimming pool and everyone who could still walk rushed out to see and Phil Williams pulled you out by the hair." I remembered that - that had hurt, but not as much as smashing the ice when I dived in.
"And they brought you in and propped you up against the cooker and that white dress you were wearing went completely see through. That's what stuck in my mind." He grinned and then added very gallantly (and sadly inaccurately) "You haven't changed that much."
I apologised for my behaviour and made the excuse that several pints of Barley Wine has that effect upon a girl. He replied that everybody had been in much the same state and the house had had to be redecorated afterwards - not due to my damp state but due to someone else's activities with a pot of paint they found in the shed.
Now, to be reminded that at one time one was notorious for being wild to a fault and up for any old nonsense should be intensely embarrassing. However, he seemed to be so cheerful about the memory I prefer to view myself as a public benefactor. I obviously gave a lot of innocent pleasure with my antics and many people must have had a good time laughing at my expense. *sigh* how things have changed. I can't even remember the last time I danced on a table! I can't even remember the last time I danced. Kids be warned...make the most of your youth because a time will come when you don't even remember that you once had one.
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Date: 2004-01-24 04:03 pm (UTC)Ah, youth. I fondly remember parties like that; now hope that my children are not there...
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Date: 2004-01-24 08:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-24 10:42 pm (UTC)Love your stories :) You definately got interesting life! :o
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Date: 2004-01-25 07:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-26 08:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-27 01:11 pm (UTC)Hey Mum!
Date: 2004-02-13 01:10 am (UTC)Love you mum.
xoxo
Re: Hey Mum!
Date: 2004-02-13 08:11 am (UTC)Re: Hey Mum!
Date: 2004-02-16 07:47 pm (UTC)