Many moons ago, I sat an entrance exam to take part in a journalism course. Next to me was a stoned rocker, with the nicest hair I have ever seen on a man, straight, shiny, and auburn. Anyhoo, he too was sitting the entrance exam, which consisted of political and current event questions, to test our journalistic mettle. I began talking to the stoned rocker after he tried to copy my answers, and then just asked me for them. After that, I assumed I would never see him again, but I did, he turned up on our first day at one of our lectures, I pointed at him in disbelief, and a year later he was asked to leave the course because he took too many drugs and never came in.
Last night I sat opposite my now old friend, who is now 35, married, living in Naples and not taking drugs. What a difference 18 years makes! ”Spiceburger,” I said to him ”I’d never know you.” And the hair is gone! Ha, I thought – now you just have normal locks. To hell with you!
Another long and difficult day at work was followed by some wine at home, coupled with a lazy dinner of scrambled eggs and spelt toast. Eventually I pulled on a blouse and jeans and met Spiceburger and his wife ShesAustralianOhDear for dirty pints at one of my locals. Oddly, the Australian ordered water initally (?) and then moved to small glasses of cider. This seems particularly unAustralian to me, but what would I know, I was only married to one for eight years. Several pints followed along with discussions of past lovers, near misses, speed and creative careers (his, not mine – I have since realised I am a money hungry cow who needs to stop working for banks because I should have done something creative and helpful with my life, so I feel depressed and deranged, on top of my raging hangover). Spiceburger asked what had happened to my marriage, and I couldn’t remember, so I said something about ”fizzling out” and channelled my inner Whitesnake, because lately, just lately, I don’t feel so beat up about it all. Whitesnake DID say it best, my friends.
Afterwards, I literally fell through my front door, and for some reason, began cleaning up the kitchen and preparing my breakfast dishes. I’ve moved house see, and am currently living alone in splendid isolation and it is GREAT. After cleaning up, I went upstairs and put the radio on quite loudly, sang along for about two songs and then fell face first on the bed, in my blouse and knickers, and stayed that way until waking up a half hour later, to take a shower, brush my teeth and continue to sing along to the ”love zone” playing on the station (I think). I passed out, and only got up to seek headache tablets. Another successful evening.