Sunday, July 25, 2004

Party Til You Puke

The boy's party today. It was fun. There was a bar. The bar was shut.
The started with many boys convering on chez Reidski at around 10 am. Two car loads then drove over to Lee Valley ice centre, with those who I was driving annoying passers by with shouts of "I've got your number" "I know what you did last summer" and, bizarrely, "Do you want to join BT". The boys had fun.
The ice skating people weren't quite ready for us when we arrived, so game of footie on the grass outside ensued.
All the kids enjoyed the ice skating which followed and another game of footie which followed after that.
Reidski's head expanded at the end when older teenage kid who came along said to me: "Did you used to play with a semi-professional club?"
After they departed (well, most of them as two are having a sleep-over tonight) it struck me and 'er indoors that we are unlikely to see them all together again as they all disperse into different secondary schools after the holidays. To say that this is sad is a huge understatement.
They are an magnificent bunch. They are always polite, some are hugely funny and entertaining and they are incredibly loyal to one another. On the ice rink there always seemed be one of them around if another fell over. On the football field, it was all big and meaningful apologies if a tackle went in a bit too hard. Not one bust-up the entire day, quite an achievement for a bunch of 10-11 year old boys away from home.
With the boy busy upstairs, an opportunity arose for me and 'er indoors to finish off the second series of Six Feet Under. She's still bubbling away 45 minutes after its ended. It's certainly powerful stuff. Now want to start on series three as a matter of urgency.
Night out in Soho didn't work out last night. Brizie, whose 40th birthday we were supposed to be celebrating, has switched off his phone and refusing to respond to messages. Methinks that middle-age crisis has hit the lad pretty hard. Did have a nice meal with the family, though. Mexican style steak was lovely, washed down by one of my favourite beers, Dos Equis. The pina colada's were nice, too. As was the flirting with the absolutely gorgeous waitress. The waiter was quite a stunner, too, now that I think of it!
It's time to open another bottle of Reserve Saint Marc, so that's all from me.


Blogger The Radical Postman said...

Reidski re semi professional club, did he mean the 149?
despite your earlier misgivings over your role as a father it seems obvious from what you say that your paternal instincts are alive and well.
Do you want to come for dinner and libation on Friday around 8pm?

12:02 am  
Blogger Jim said...

Glad you had a great time with tthe kids. You can do it you really try.

Cya soon

7:32 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I will interrogate Brizie and see if I can get a satisfactory explanation of his seemingly churlish behaviour.

10:04 am  
Blogger Reidski said...

Friday sounds great. I'll leave the boy with cousins or grandparents.

5:04 pm  
Blogger The Radical Postman said...

Reidski - the boy is welcome to come along and if it gets late he is welcome to stay the night. Zeko is 12 and is a mad Tic fan, as witnessed by his room decor. He is more than welcome. Zeko happens to be grounded till Fri so it might serve as an incentive to stop lipping his mither.

11:17 pm  
Blogger Reidski said...

That sounds shooperbb. Meeting a real bona fide Jock Tic boy will be good for him.
However, if I can be cheeky and say, on the food front, I'll feed him first, cos he's a real carnivore.

4:16 am  
Blogger The Radical Postman said...

Ive no doubt the boy will be a credit to his maw.
I'll feed oor brats earlier then. We eat and cook, though we do not venerate, daed flesh if its good quality. You know I like the Beef from time to time!

12:29 am  

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