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Mid Life Crisis?
I know the attraction of Big Brother, for me anyway. It's people living simple lives. Everything is in hand, they are being taken care of, cocooned, sheltered. They don't have to worry about losing their house, their business, their family, their friends. It might seem like they suffer if they fail a task but they, and we, know that, really, they are not about to be allowed to starve to death or end up in a sleeping bag in the parks around the city. Whatever the city.
Rambling onto other topics? never!
I am 42. Six years ago I started commuting to England from Australia to spend time with a girl I met online. I don't earn enough to do that. This year I stopped doing that after pushing things a bit too far, six months too far to be precise. OK, perhaps 4 months too far, the first two months were fun. Anyway, the end result of this self indulgent behaviour was that I lost most of my business, all of my family, the only girlfriend I've had in the last decade, and two cats. I almost lost my house, my car and lots of other useful things along the way as well. Five months later I am still pawning my belongings to keep the power on and the phone ringing.
Here, however, is the surprising thing. The thing that makes this not another one of my whines about my life. I'm fine! I still have a house, I still have a business, I have a new cat, I still have the friends worth keeping and I can still freak out my 80 year old Greek neighbour named Penelope by wandering nakedly around my back garden. I still have drugs to smoke and whisky to drink. I've got an herb garden and a crop of dope plants.
I also have at my disposal, a breathalyser.
How drunk AM I?
(Trebor, you are VERY drunk!) |
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