Hmmm...
Thirty or so people who all knew each other when we were young, skinny and drunk. Am not sure what I feel about meeting up with everyone again. Really wishing I'd made more of an effort to write the great Irish novel. Wonder can I work the Saggart and Longford wins into the conversation? Wonder if I can sex up Saggart and Longford.
And really, the people I'm seeing tonight are all so successful and perfect (as far as I can tell from Facebook, which we all know is a reliable source...) And while I don't want to get all Gore Vidal on ye ("Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.") its quite annoying how accomplished they all are...
Okay, so here's the plan... if anyone of yiz are in town tonight, pop into Doheny and Nesbitts and come ask for my autograph. Act adoring. Tell me how you love my work. I'll simper and demur. And I'll buy you a coffee slice tomorrow.
(Notice how confident I am that none of them read my blog! Lol!)
4 comments:
brilliant - if anyone can sex up longford and saggart tis your good self! Have loadsa fun - don't think I'll make it in to act adoring fannish - would a text request for a signature work? possibly not then
Me, my six children and fifteen grandchildren will arrive at 10 minute intervals.....only one coffee slice needed, I have intimidated the others to do as I say! You will recognise the next generation by their hair colour - they all inherited my beautiful colour. The kids can be given a sugar-lump each and handed over to the law enforcers for being on a licensed premises. They should hang on to them until Monday morning for school.
I've paid a few junkies in heroin to come in and ask you for smack - not the same as an autograph. But the main thing is creating the illusion of success right?
And I look to you as my successful friend. Ah its tough at the bottom.
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