Thursday, February 24, 2005

Nearly 37.

Tomorrow, in fact. Some would say this is scary, particularly in the light of the fact that I feel nowhere near this old. Fortunately for me, I don't look it either, thanks to some good skin genes from both sides of the family tree. Cycling and giving up fags have definitely helped too. However, the fact remains that I shall be 37, and should act in a more considerate, thoughtful and mature way henceforth.
This is why I and several colleagues shall be going out tomorrow to get dreadfully pissed up, followed by kebab eating, dancing, and more drinking.

Mishearing things?
Gabriella, the Argentinian programme leader for Modern Foreign Languages, asked me:
'Do you like Alpha Whores?'
'Sorry?'
'Alpha Whores. I brought them back from Argentina. They're delicious.'
And she whipped them out there and then.
Sadly, they weren't Alpha Whores, or even Beta Slappers, but alfajores, a type of sweet. And very delicious they were too.

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