FRIDAY
"Have you got any homework?"
"Yes, some history, maths and geography. And I've got to revise for my French test on Monday. I'll revise in bed on Sunday"
SUNDAY
"How's the homework coming along?"
"I finished it all Saturday morning"
"Brilliant. That's good...so just the French to revise then?"
"Yeah, I'll do that in bed"
"Erm yes, if you're sure"
MONDAY AM
"Have a great day at school. Good luck with the French test"
"See you later"
MONDAY PM
"How was school?"
"Yeah, fine. All good"
"How did the French test go?"
"I have to do it on Friday with the people who have to retake it."
"Ummm. Erm. Why?"
"Well that's what I was told"
"So why do you have to do it with the people who are retaking it?"
"Because that's on Friday and I'll do it with them."
"But I thought you were doing it today?"
"No. Friday"
"Why are you doing it on Friday and not today?"
"Because that's when the people who are retaking it are doing it"
"So you're retaking it?"
"No I'm doing it with the people on Friday who are re-taking"
"But why didn't you do it today?"
"We don't have French on a Monday"
"But you said you had to revise on Sunday for the test on Monday"
"Yes but we don't have French on Monday. So I'm taking it on Friday with the people who are retaking it"
"When was the test then?"
"Friday"
"Ths Friday? I thought you said only the people retaking it were doing it on Friday"
"No Friday."
"You mean last Friday?"
"Yesssssssssssssssss"
"Well why didn't you do it on Friday?"
"I was at guitar practice. I have to do it when everyone who is retaking it does it. ON FRIDAY"
"Oh right"
*Bangs head repeatedly on wall*
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009
Six degrees of separation
Poor AG, she foolishly offered to be my gig buddy. On the up side, we've been to see some great bands - Manic Street Preachers, Doves and Coldplay for example. On the downside, I didn't take her to the Kings of Leon. And she's never forgiven me for it. I don't blame her. Worse still, there have been some howlers - Echo and the Bunnymen you know it was you.
On Saturday, I'd got four tickets for McIntoshRoss. I hear "who?" echoing around the blogoshere. If you have a long memory, you'll remember Deacon Blue....Dignity, Choocolate Girl, When the World knows your name...and so on. McIntoshRoss is Deacon Blue lite. Just Ricky Ross and Lorraine McIntosh...and their backing band. Four tickets bought in haste, and I'd had several months to regret the decision. And most improbable that I'd find someone to tout them to. But it's a lot to spend on tickets, so I thought we ought to go, and poor AG got dragged along...and remained her usual cheerful positive self.
If you did maths GCSE ('O' level in my case) you'll have spotted there were two unused tickets. I offered them to a friend who is/was also a mad-keen Deacon Blue afficionado. Someone I've known for twenty five years and have stayed in regular touch with since, although I've not seen her for about seventeen. There was a period...I'd guess four of five years when we didn't speak. That was after we stopped being engaged. I felt the need to explain this to Auntie Gwen as we headed to the gig. Perhaps I should have mentioned it earlier. I'm sorry. Ex-fiance was bringing a friend, and we agreed to meet in the bar at Cadogan Hall. As we walked through the door, the friend offered his hand in greeting. "Helllo Nota, last time we met it was in less happy circumstances" he said. Indeed it was. I'd met him only once before. At The Boy's Mum's funeral. He was an old friend of hers. I think I kept my cool, though I'm not sure I managed my usual witty repartee. I wished I'd seen Auntie Gwen's face at that moment.
Nearly everything else pales into insignificance. Perhaps to complete the picture I should mention we drove, and I felt the need to park a million miles away, even though it transpired that we could have parked outside the front door. Fortunately AG has a remarkable ability to walk in high heels. Or perhaps I should mention the snigger behind me in the bar when AG said she would slap me. I turned round and said, "Don't worry, she's Glaswegian". "So are we chimed the three Glaswegians behind us"
The gig? Oh brilliant...loved it.
On Saturday, I'd got four tickets for McIntoshRoss. I hear "who?" echoing around the blogoshere. If you have a long memory, you'll remember Deacon Blue....Dignity, Choocolate Girl, When the World knows your name...and so on. McIntoshRoss is Deacon Blue lite. Just Ricky Ross and Lorraine McIntosh...and their backing band. Four tickets bought in haste, and I'd had several months to regret the decision. And most improbable that I'd find someone to tout them to. But it's a lot to spend on tickets, so I thought we ought to go, and poor AG got dragged along...and remained her usual cheerful positive self.
If you did maths GCSE ('O' level in my case) you'll have spotted there were two unused tickets. I offered them to a friend who is/was also a mad-keen Deacon Blue afficionado. Someone I've known for twenty five years and have stayed in regular touch with since, although I've not seen her for about seventeen. There was a period...I'd guess four of five years when we didn't speak. That was after we stopped being engaged. I felt the need to explain this to Auntie Gwen as we headed to the gig. Perhaps I should have mentioned it earlier. I'm sorry. Ex-fiance was bringing a friend, and we agreed to meet in the bar at Cadogan Hall. As we walked through the door, the friend offered his hand in greeting. "Helllo Nota, last time we met it was in less happy circumstances" he said. Indeed it was. I'd met him only once before. At The Boy's Mum's funeral. He was an old friend of hers. I think I kept my cool, though I'm not sure I managed my usual witty repartee. I wished I'd seen Auntie Gwen's face at that moment.
Nearly everything else pales into insignificance. Perhaps to complete the picture I should mention we drove, and I felt the need to park a million miles away, even though it transpired that we could have parked outside the front door. Fortunately AG has a remarkable ability to walk in high heels. Or perhaps I should mention the snigger behind me in the bar when AG said she would slap me. I turned round and said, "Don't worry, she's Glaswegian". "So are we chimed the three Glaswegians behind us"
The gig? Oh brilliant...loved it.
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