The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I know for a fact that I preferred MY coming of age at 21, and it wasn't spent hanging out with stuffy college professors
Some of my dancing girlfriends took me out to the bars for my 21st. I'm a lightweight so I didn't last long.

I woke up in bed with one of them the next day.

(now that you're all imagining things, I'll just say that I was too hammered to make it home, so she let me crash with her and that's all that it was. I know what your dirty minds are thinking, and now that I know that the Lesbian category gets great ratings & views so is mine)
 
That's hilarious! I'm not sure if I could understand the language (Elitist mid-20th century English spoken by university professors) but I would have gone to that party and hung around claiming "YOU PROMISED HEARSES!"

Wait - his son, Christopher John, was a reserve officer in the Navy, this was his 21st birthday... I know for a fact that I preferred MY coming of age at 21, and it wasn't spent hanging out with stuffy college professors. I was in Turkey and there was this Turkish chick who worked at Mudjats... but that's a different story.
"Carriages at midnight" is still the standard way to put the end time on a formal invitation - I think it was on my wedding invitations, though in the real world it means 'piss off by 12, order a taxi in advance if you need one, the best man can do that for you if necessary'.

For a party at someone's house, I've seen the joke before - basically the hosts (the parents) will go to bed at midnight, and after that the younger generation are on their own but if they're there at 7am the parents will laugh at their hangovers. Probably put on loud music while cooking breakfast.

Actually that brings back memories of a friend's 18th and her engagement party a couple years later. Her dad had a house big enough to have wings, and was a pretentious wanker who did issue such invitations. We stayed up all night, the housekeeper produced bacon butties and food, and by the morning of the following day I have never felt so ill, from no sleep for two nights. And the alcohol. A hearse would have been welcome.
 
I think it was on my wedding invitations, though in the real world it means 'piss off by 12,
I figured out what it meant, and I LOVED the thought of the wheelbarrows hauling off drunks, it reminded me of certain family members. I was wondering however, did the hearses imply the fate of amateur drinkers? Or was it a threat - anyone left after the last wheelbarrow is gone will be considered a target?
 
I figured out what it meant, and I LOVED the thought of the wheelbarrows hauling off drunks, it reminded me of certain family members. I was wondering however, did the hearses imply the fate of amateur drinkers? Or was it a threat - anyone left after the last wheelbarrow is gone will be considered a target?
Purely the former. And no-one would be offering to push wheelbarrows anywhere. Might get used for putting comatose bodies in.
 
Putting part of it in here instead of out there.


I haven't been able to read stories. I get down a half page and the words don't make sense. I'm pretty sure it isn't the stories ... not as many as I've tried.
 
Putting part of it in here instead of out there.


I haven't been able to read stories. I get down a half page and the words don't make sense. I'm pretty sure it isn't the stories ... not as many as I've tried.
I don't read stories unless I have some outside motivation, like I told someone I would, or I want to answer a specific question about the story. So few stories hold my interest that I've largely given up trying to read them. I think it's an ADD thing.
 
Another gloomy morning but at least it's not raining. I'm going to try to get out and do some Christmas shopping this afternoon.

There's a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is steaming. There are donuts and chocolate (ummm, chocolate) cake on the counter. There's a new bottle of Jameson in the cupboard next to the 'fridge. I've pulled all of the Christmas decorations out of the storage room and they're over against the wall if anyone is ambitious enough to start decorating.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I got another scene done so hopefully I'll have it ready in time. If not, I can save it for next year. I must warn you that if Sexxi Foxx learns how to play a squeeze box, I'm going to lose my mind ...
 
Wait - his son, Christopher John, was a reserve officer in the Navy, this was his 21st birthday... I know for a fact that I preferred MY coming of age at 21, and it wasn't spent hanging out with stuffy college professors. I was in Turkey and there was this Turkish chick who worked at Mudjats... but that's a different story.
Wait again, Mr D. Note the date - a few short months after the end of the War.

I suspect that a fighter pilot, whether RAF or RN, had probably 'come of age' well before 21.
 
If anyone puts the decorations up before next Friday, I may be tempted to take them down. Not until after turkey day!

@NotWise Flying to anywhere exciting?

We've got some broken sun today, but chilly (well below freezing now, going up to mid-30's (low single digits for the civilized world).

I got non-trivial writing done for the first time in almost a week yesterday (about 3.5K) Need to get back on making that the rule (or more next week during break week).
 
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