The Torment of Teenage Years
Ah being a teenager.
I remember it vividly. Everyone was a complete nobber and nowhere near as grown up or clever as I. This list of excerpts from a new book is as revealing as it is funny. If only I possessed the teen diary of my fourteen year old self. Oh, the scorn and ridicule I could pour on that little twat. Not that he was any worse than the others, it’s just that round about that time everything seems so important. It is not until you get older that you realise that life is far too important to take that seriously.
I’m particularly fond of the list that appears about halfway down. The delicious angst of it all.
Of course, I know supposed grown-ups that respond like this now.
Work experience is such a pain
Parents are so unreasonable
Life is disorganised
I’m far too immature
I’m too fat!
Keep being called a goth
Never got any money
Tired all the time
Bunk a lot now
Smoke quite a lot
Started drinking regularly
Keep on crying all the time
[From 'God, I hate Mum – she's such a slapper' | Life and style | The Guardian]
Listening to: Opening from the album “Glassworks” by Philip Glass
[Edit: It seems that I am still able to be inadvertently pompous, listening to Philip Glass indeed!)
I was looking at a website in firefox when my Echofon plugin threw this rather entertaining error (Invalid /used nonce).
gladys are discussing. 
Paul Dever 12:09 pm on July 16, 2009 Permalink |
We’re so rabidly entrenched against taxes that we decided to simply raise tax. It’s a rude a surprise for the poor sucker who gets the bill, but the rest of us are pleased as punch. Just think of the stimulus party we can put on with that kind of scratch!