I find this really moving.
If we’re watching a film, or TV programme, or whatever. Please don’t voice any twists, speculation or guesswork while I’m trying to watch it. There is only two ways I can see it going:
1.
You: Oh! I bet she’s his brother!
My thoughts: As if you’ve only just got that. You’re a bit slow! And saying it out loud too? Must be trying to show off how clever you are.
2.
You: Oh! I bet she’s his brother!
My thoughts: Shit. Of course. I bet she is too, now. Well, that’s this show ruined. Thanks… And saying it out loud too? Must be trying to show off how clever you are.
I was watching Eggheads with my Emma and my family and when the answers came up for one of the answers, I didn’t recognise any of those people. And said so.
Mum: You don’t know who Paul Simon is!?
Me: No..?
Mum: Paul Simon from Simon and Garfunkel!
Me: Simon and Garfunkel ring a bell, maybe..?
Mum: I can’t believe you don’t know who Paul Simon is!
Me: Do you know who Ryu is?
Mum: Who?
Me: Ryu, from Streetfighter?
Mum: Streetfighter rings a bell, maybe..?
Me: I can’t believe you don’t know who Ryu is!
Moral: I won’t know much about stuff I have little interest in (music) but neither will anyone in the subjects in which they have little interest.
If you’re in favour of committing crimes against rioters because you disagree with rioters committing crimes then you, sir, are a fucking moron.
Everyone: Don’t get wasted, the mahoosive party is tomorrow.
Me: OK.
Why I was wrong: A reasonable estimation of how much alcohol I consumed yesterday would be around 20 pints.
Why everyone was wrong: What they said contained the implicit premise that either I couldn’t get drunk two days in a row or I wouldn’t enjoy getting drunk two days
in a row.
I’m off to the pub :-D





