Another rubbish night at ——–. If I was to stay out drinking this Friday night, where would I go? Absolutely nowhere!
September 4, 2016 §
Another rubbish night at ——–. If I was to stay out drinking this Friday night, where would I go? Absolutely nowhere! There is absolutely nowhere I would want to go tonight. So what is this freedom I am supposedly gasping for? I am happy going home to open French windows, my tropical ferns, and classical music on the gramophone in the shrubbery, a few late butterflies or bumble bies darting in or out, with my kakapo hopping around my feet. Tomorrow I am free from midday to 7pm or later, to go wherever I want. Sunday I devote myself to my wife. Monday night I can have a quick look in the ———, stay a bit longer in the unlikely event there is anything remotely worth staying for. This is the extra bit of freedom I must insist on for myself. I could go to the — or —’s but they would be just as bad as the ——–, so what is the point. Happy to say I have only spent £3.25 this Friday night.