I have hated new year’s eve for as long as I can remember.
The crowds, the desperate reaching for fun-times, the drunkenness, the random groping by strangers, the forced joie de vivre, the alcohol-fuelled ‘gis-a-kiss’ demands, the paniced avoidance of strangers’ grabby-handed slobbering on the stroke of midnight. I hated it all.
But it was a ‘thing’ for young people. A big thing. So I tried. Year after year I tried and each time I’d … Continue Reading
This is what I sound like when I am slightly drunk, when I am writing and suddenly typing seems like too much trouble so I decide on audio instead, when I am languid and lounging on the couch, a slight slurring, almost in too much stupor to force the words past my lips…
I suspect this is similar to how I sound after sex.