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Tuesday 2 July 2002

Am i too old for this shit? [Lurks]

Floyd was over last Friday and much of the EED posse (sadly with no-show slackers like Dr Dave and Shinji missing) turned out to Richmond to kick off an end-of-week session sitting on the riverside in the sun. It was great and the Slug and Lettuce was lucky that we were feeling mature enough to avoid forgoing the £5 beer tray deposit for martial discus lob attempts at the odd posh rower.

Of course that was only the beginning. On to another bar, more beers, champagne and so on until last orders. Much of the posse has already vacated, at last orders Spiro decides to cram into one of the late night bars in Richmond with the two birds he's been chatting up all night. With an evil glint in my eye, I set about a plan which I action approximately every one or two months. That involves decamping to the nastiest part of London (Brixton) and a legendary small club called 414. Jay is in tow, he's done this with me before and Floyd - fresh over from the Isle of Man - has no idea what he's in for.

I bundled Floyd in a cab for my gaff (right across town) at around 4. Jay pushed on until 6. Fuelled by marginally sub lethal levels of exotic amphetamines, I have no intention of giving up to the aches and pains of my aging aching carcass. Besides, as usual, I have some new friends also intent on taking the decadence as far as it will go. We're talking one 'after party' beginning at 6 and to another at some other time. Eventually, eyes like dinner plates, I ended up in a cab heading home at 9AM.

OK I've probably lost a couple of kilos, which wont be missed from my tire line, but I also lost at least a couple of hundred quid of cash, my MP3 player (at least it wasn't my £400 PDA!) and much of my weekend in one of those lovely depression hangovers that these pharmaceuticals generally impose. In this state there's ample time to lounge around feeling sorry for oneself and having all kinds of regrets but I like to put the mental slap down on that as hard as possible. It *was* a lot of fun and it was a much needed release from the otherwise monotonous life I lead.

But I can't help thinking that this is a little *too* costly, in money and physical impact. And really Brixton is a tragedy waiting to happen in it's own right, being nice to a crack dealer on Coldharbour Lane at 4AM is not a good career move any which way you look at it. I just haven't got that blind rationalization ability to achieve a good time like I had when I was younger. It's a battle and it's becoming an increasingly uphill one.

So is it time to hang up my club shoes and get me some nice older friends which will sip cabernet sauvignon at a restaurant in the countryside? And where will that end, I still can't quite handle the thought of kids... I've effectively lost too many of my good friends to the joys of fatherhood as it is.

Is it normal to have a mid life crisis at 31? :)

13 comments:

  1. At the rate you're going that is the middle of your life :-p

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  2. Is it a good career move to state publicly 'being nice to a crack dealer on Coldharbour Lane at 4AM'?

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  3. ....and 32,33,34... :) Kids are great too. Biggest life change since your balls drop, but one for the better & definitely not boring :)

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  4. Oddly enough I wasn't buying crack from said dealer and I dont write on this site and get some professional appraisal of it as well, if it wasn't blatantly fucking obvious. As for kids, they don't appeal to me in any way. Much of this is because I live in a shithole terraced house in London, the missus is out of work and my own work isn't looking rosey either. So I'm a million miles away from having any environment which I deem suitable for raising children, plus I think the world has enough of them as it bloody well is.

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  5. but the question we all want the answer to is did Spiro score :)

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  6. thats for me to lie about, and you to dream about :-)

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  7. so that means you got the old red card then :)

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  8. Depending on their cycle, it could have been a red rag. Not that it'd put him off!

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  9. Weird Scotsman Alert!

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  10. I'm a Taurian, I just love red

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  11. Spiro = Russell Grant?

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  12. I didn't fancy Beej's.

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  13. what do you mean Beej's, they were both MINE !!!!!!

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