Growing Up

Funny how the stats go. Something I said a few weeks back stirred a lot of key word search computers to check out my blog and then since then very little. I only want to be popular, is that just me being vain? Well of course I am! Still it would be nice to be popular all the same.

Back in the day when I used to e mail my family with regular witterings I used to use an amusing quote that seemed to sum up what I was about that day. Well I found another today whilst looking for a suitable quip about ageing, it has more to do with one of my earlier blogs about Europe

It goes something like this

Whereas in England all is permitted that is not expressly prohibited,it has been said that in Germany all is prohibited unless expressly permitted and in France all is permitted that is expressly prohibited.

Robert Megarry March 1972

Or to put it more succinctly:

Where would we be if we had no rules?- France. Where we would be if we had too many rules? - Germany

Al Murray 2005

Any way that is just as an aside. Tonight I am vexed because I was supposed to be at my department Christmas party only to find I didn't know where it was after all.

I heard an interview with an Italian author called Umberto Eco recently in which he claimed that it is is amazing how different what is said and what is heard and subsequently based a book on the matter where a whole bunch of people hell bent on believing in the search for the Holy Grail refused to let the truth get in the way of a good story

And so it was with me and my directions to the venue. Once I had decided I knew where it was I stopped actually listening to the directions. And thus I tried to crash the wrong party. It took a little while for me to work it out but not actually recognising anyone there was a good start.

I was dreading the whole thing to be honest so perhaps there was a little bit of psychology going on there too. The Christmas do's have been quite tedious affairs for me in recent years. I find that I don't get the offer of a couch to sleep on anymore (Can't think why) so I have to drive and therefore stay sober.

It seems I can only enjoy my colleagues company when I have far too much to drink.

The last xmas part i did enjoy was ten years ago when, in the course of a meal, two of my party decided it was time for some table top flamenco dancing. Unfortunately the table collapsed catapulting my colleagues amongst the other diners and we were all asked to leave.

Explaining my no show on Monday is going to be rather humiliating.