Friday, September 30, 2011

3rd September 2011


The dinner party was a fucking disaster.  Guy1 thinks it was an immense success, but what does he know.  His friends are tools. 

J and I might have, just a small teeny tiny bit, gotten drunk.  And a little giddy.  Unfortunately at the time of our giddiness, the grownups were having an eminently serious debate about the  Arab Spring and in particular Libya

Lets be honest here, I could definitely identify Gadaffi in a Sky News line up and I too rejoiced when the rebels took down that stupid offensive gold hand statue, but aren’t dinner parties supposed to be fun?  Or did I read the wrong memo.

Ultimately I don’t think that it was appreciated when J and I persistently toasted the rebels – taking it upon ourselves to make sure that they knew that democracy is definitely more about shots of vodka than it is about a fairly elected government or education for all.

Admittedly the rebels weren’t actually at the party, but I’ve seen them on telly, I think they’d be a lot of fun, so I’m pretty sure they appreciated our distant support – even if Guy 1 and his mates never quite made it to our level.

To be fair there was one girl at the party who encouraged us, without directly participating in the Lemondrops for Libya game.  If we had her on her own we’d have definitely converted her but for now she was maintaining the required level of decorum as part of her coupledom. There was also an incorrigible guy - there without his girlfriend for some reason we didn’t give a damn about,  who clearly had a free pass and was taking full advantage of it.  Even though we got reprimanded for it, it was he who started the Where’s Colonel Gadaffi? game based loosely on Where’s Wally?

You could argue we were being rude, but then again, you could argue that a dinner party is supposed to be enjoyable and a 3 hour political conversation on a Saturday night is not enjoyable.  I don’t think Sam Cam would even tolerate that at No. 10, yet here we were, a collective of chinos trying to out-intellectualise each other.

At no point was I not going to end up drunk in that scenario.

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