That was a sarcastic title.
It's hardly a joy writing this stuff, primarily because I'm a pretty private person when it comes to lovely-dovey-touchy-feely-feelings, so when I write I have to mine my state of being and come up with an interesting read. We'll see what this post will be, though if previous efforts are indicative of what's about to follow then we're in for a disappointment, aren't we?
So, I've just come back from the pub, which fans will know is where the pub quiz goes down.
The original version of 'Starstrukk' is pretty dire, really.
I think that group of people is one of the things I'll miss the most. Obviously, my BESTESTESTESTEST BUDDIES!!!!! will be missed no questions asked, but when you add in people that I hardly even talk to or can be annoying as all fuck, there's just some kind of magic. Plus, a confined space with questions being shouted at you, I mean, c'mon!
I think the Katy Perry version is better because of the presence of those breasts. Honestly, did she apply for a licence for those puppies?
I actually have to ponder if that kind of rapport, or anything close to it, would emerge in Houston. Let's face it, I'm not really a friendly person, nor am I likely to establish in any meaningful sense a friendship close to what I have with my dearest friends.
That said, I'm witty. Right? That can work in my favour. I'll just say something uniquely British, dry, charming and probably profane and then BOOM!
Nah. That won't happen.
But yeah, the pub quiz on a Monday. It's one of the things that defines my friendships. It's not the most exciting thing, but it's the hub where the people I actually want to talk to will be. Where the week starts.
Fuck, the free food will be missed, never mind the people.
So yeah. Give me pool, give me a quiz and a quiz machine. Give me a jukebox and the songs that make up the pub playlist. Give me a pint of Guinness. We'll go from there.
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