Just another day.
Its Friday again, last working day of the week for some. Remember the days when the only thing that kept you sane was the thought of that big fat wage packet that was shoved into your hand on a late Friday afternoon. And the thought that later on after a hurried tea and a bath you would be taking part in the age old custom of leaning on a bar trying to look cool, or displaying your latest moves on a sticky dance floor?
Those were the day’s ehh? You could keep track of your money then; you knew to within a penny where you stood. These days it’s in the bank. Out of the bank, other people have control and all behind your back. For all we know whilst we sleep there could be hoards of people utilising our money to make yet more money and sunning themselves in the south of France on the profit they make, after putting our pittance back of course. On reflection I think that is what happens, oh well easy come easy go.
No, Fridays are not the same anymore; there is no run up to the weekend for me. Just the same old drudge that makes one day run into another. My life is bereft of fiscal landmarks. I mourn not only the Friday wage packet, but also the dreadful feeling on waking up Saturday morning after a night’s shenanigans and rummaging through my pockets to find I only have four pence left, that and a lump of chewing gum wrapped in an unused condom.
Going out isn’t the same anymore, where once you could strut your stuff and play the mating game, now the best that you can hope for is a booty call from a female friend as desperate as you are. I paint a glum picture I know but its not really that bad I suppose. Trouble is though the years take their toll on the body, the mind is as agile and as gutter based as it was when bursting through puberty and ready and willing to accept any sexual challenge thrown its way.
Oh well youth is for the young, it’s a bleeding waste though they have no more idea what to do with it than I did when I was young. Life is a separation of the two most important components that make up the ideal sexual gig. On one track you have, youth, energy and strength. On the other track you have knowledge, technique and experience. Both are travelling in different directions, for a brief moment they cross each other’s path and it all comes together brilliantly. But before you know it one is behind the other and getting further away with every passing day.
Friday’s motto: Don’t waste your time looking back, because you have missed the bleeding train.
Those were the day’s ehh? You could keep track of your money then; you knew to within a penny where you stood. These days it’s in the bank. Out of the bank, other people have control and all behind your back. For all we know whilst we sleep there could be hoards of people utilising our money to make yet more money and sunning themselves in the south of France on the profit they make, after putting our pittance back of course. On reflection I think that is what happens, oh well easy come easy go.
No, Fridays are not the same anymore; there is no run up to the weekend for me. Just the same old drudge that makes one day run into another. My life is bereft of fiscal landmarks. I mourn not only the Friday wage packet, but also the dreadful feeling on waking up Saturday morning after a night’s shenanigans and rummaging through my pockets to find I only have four pence left, that and a lump of chewing gum wrapped in an unused condom.
Going out isn’t the same anymore, where once you could strut your stuff and play the mating game, now the best that you can hope for is a booty call from a female friend as desperate as you are. I paint a glum picture I know but its not really that bad I suppose. Trouble is though the years take their toll on the body, the mind is as agile and as gutter based as it was when bursting through puberty and ready and willing to accept any sexual challenge thrown its way.
Oh well youth is for the young, it’s a bleeding waste though they have no more idea what to do with it than I did when I was young. Life is a separation of the two most important components that make up the ideal sexual gig. On one track you have, youth, energy and strength. On the other track you have knowledge, technique and experience. Both are travelling in different directions, for a brief moment they cross each other’s path and it all comes together brilliantly. But before you know it one is behind the other and getting further away with every passing day.
Friday’s motto: Don’t waste your time looking back, because you have missed the bleeding train.
10 Comments:
Now I know I'm doing something wrong - I spent my Friday evenings watching movies or finishing up a book I usually start sometime in the middle of the week. Saturday mornings come bright and early for me, which is fine because I like to enjoy every weekend to the fullest. =)
Tonight though, who knows, I may go a little crazy and open up one of those Newcastles sitting in my fridge!
Ahhhh...nice post. And to think, I replied to your comment in my post and wrote about my money worries, then I come by to return the favor and read your post and its about money worries - or the lack thereof - of both money and worries. wow - those are some sentences, huh? Anyway, I am practicing the art of not looking back with regrets, instead, looking back with humor and fondness. Hopefully I won't miss the train while doing that.
Oh yeah that unique wonderful Friday night frisson. The best bit was anticipation - it rarely lived up to the expectations.
But now - I've got to go to a party tonight and I'm already wishing it was over.
Lydia
I think as you get older the weekend whizz changes from frantic jumping about whilst intoxicated, to just being frantic about why your not jumping about intoxicated anymore. Pass me one of those Newcastle browns Lydia, cheers
omyword
I don't really worry about money any more, it seems to find its own level without any help from me. I know my post was a little doom and gloomy, but in honest I have done things in my life that would curl your toes, I have no real regrets other than I am unable to do it all again. Just make sure the train you get on isn't an express.
Kaz
Your going to a party without me? and after me moaning about my lack of Friday night fun, Kaz how could you?
I survived the party and escaped before midnight.
It was a good do - but with a dull guestlist - you shudda been there!
Ah, how true! If only I could transplant my 40+ brain into the body of a 20-year-old - what fun I would have on a Friday night!
Flower, I know if I transported my 45 year old bod into a younger version I would be bloody dangerous! All this knowledge and the energy to use it!
Dave, G -
Friday nights, if hes home we have a ritual of watching sci fi on the telly, and have a bit to drink because we know we havent got to get up for work. Saturday nights, we usually grill a steak and have a nice candle lit dinner, but we dont go out partying very much, only on special occasions, St paddys day, Christmas, new year etc. We dont have the spare cash for one thing. Friday nighs are not the same once you go over the hill...sigh*
Kaz
I will be there for the next one Kaz, should I wear my chicken suit?
around my kitchen table
I often think about transplanting into the body of a 20 year old, but that would be just wrong.I'm working on an elixier that will do just that.
the british bird
Over the hill is a state of mind dear girl, if you think about it, its only what other people think that stop us doing what we think.
That and the lack of energy.I still party, I must be going through my late night crisis, if it turns out half as good as my mid life one, I'm in for a ball.
I think I meant late life,is Alzheimer's kicking in?
DAVE G
no honey, late night lol, you got it right the first time. Its much more... shall we say, Freudian.
Hope you had a good weekend.
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