So I went clubbing Saturday night, to be more accurate I went to a club and spent like 9tenths of the night sitting down. I knew there was a reason that those dancing shoes had been retired from active public service.
My body is now officially kaput, I danced like less than 10 songs the whole night, and I was there for FOUR hours. My back wasn’t even just creaking, it was like a banshee on steroids during a full moon. And as for my legs, well, someone with four wooden legs is better off.
Anyway, twasn’t all bad. Ndakakechwa na postman. Half English, half Maltese. So from about midnight till 2am we were talking, I’m thinking he’s cool. Now he’s walking me home and complaining about the weather.
Me: Tis bitter cold and I am sick at heart
Me: It’s one of the opening lines of Hamlet
Him: (blank gaze in my direction) Huh?
Me: Hamlet, by Shakespeare
Him: (further blank expression) Oh, that one!
(to myself: Duh, no, Tower Hamlets!)
Fair to say that after that I was like there’s no winning in this life. Dumbing down is not an option, what does a girl have to do in this life to get hers?