Scents of Direction
 

 
This is what I think...
 
 
   
 
Saturday, March 04, 2006
 
I just paid a visit to the local Co-Op to procure a "value" bottle of red wine for tonight, a good chance to sample some of the alcohol fueled local hoodies while I was there.

The thing about living round here is that most of the kids are pretty well off, quite a few of the houses are nudging the £400k mark (not ours...) so they might look and sound like the hoodies from the council estate but I'm convinced they are even more harmless.

Outside the shop I was "chatting" to a couple of pissed 15 year old girls, inside I was queuing behind a couple of even more pissed lads (they didn't look old enough to me but they did produce ID when asked). These two were staggering all over the place but still spent another £34 on alcohol!

It was all very good natured and I found them amusing enough for me to join in with their banter... so why am I a little despondent now?

See, there I am with a bottle of £2.99 wine and I'm searching the shelves for something cheaper (don't get me wrong, I'm not at the Lambrini stage just yet...) but these two are blowing a shed load of cash and they aren't even going to enjoy it! Then, when I walk back to my car one of the girls calls me "Sir". I'm instantly feeling old for the first time I can remember.

I'm a few months away from my 30th, that makes me in my twenties! I'm not old enough to be called Sir by anyone.

So, to make myself feel better I played a bit of Alex Party a bit too loud and left the carpark with a modest wheel-spin.

It occurred to me after all of 10 seconds that this lot might never have heard "Don't give me your life" and that I'm driving a diesel powered semi-stately saloon car... It was right at this moment that I realised that I had become "The embarrassing Dad".
 
   
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