The Age of Etiquette
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smokingbootI have never really felt the age gap between me and the yoofuvtuday until a conversation via cellphone with a fine example of friendly twentyonedom. I could hear him wandering around his house, doors closing etc, all the usual...and then the strangely familiar sound of fluid tinkling against a ceramic surface. I gasped and nearly dropped the phone.
Chum: Anyway, the point is she took it really seriously and told -
Boot: Um, excuse me, are you, uh, in the toilet?
Chum: Yes,I'm just -
Boot; Only you can call me back after you've finished...
Chum: Don't be daft, I'm only having a wee, I've finished now.
(Boot listens and hears neither the sound of taps, nor flush, nor the sound of a door closing)
Boot: Are you still there?
Chum: Yes, I'm just sitting down.
Boot: Sitting down? Are you taking a, I mean are you -
Chum: No, not yet. I'm not ready.
I rang off, gabbling something down the phone.
Now I find myself staring at my mobile as I realise that this conversation, shocking to me, would have outright killed my mother. And to then compound the matter by recording it on lj (even supposing the upkeep of a public diary wasn't extraordinarily vulgar) would have had her twirling in her coffin like a parish tombola.
Ladies and Gentlemen; prepare to face extinction.
Chum: Anyway, the point is she took it really seriously and told -
Boot: Um, excuse me, are you, uh, in the toilet?
Chum: Yes,I'm just -
Boot; Only you can call me back after you've finished...
Chum: Don't be daft, I'm only having a wee, I've finished now.
(Boot listens and hears neither the sound of taps, nor flush, nor the sound of a door closing)
Boot: Are you still there?
Chum: Yes, I'm just sitting down.
Boot: Sitting down? Are you taking a, I mean are you -
Chum: No, not yet. I'm not ready.
I rang off, gabbling something down the phone.
Now I find myself staring at my mobile as I realise that this conversation, shocking to me, would have outright killed my mother. And to then compound the matter by recording it on lj (even supposing the upkeep of a public diary wasn't extraordinarily vulgar) would have had her twirling in her coffin like a parish tombola.
Ladies and Gentlemen; prepare to face extinction.
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Muflfling the tinkle
Date: 2007-02-16 07:24 pm (UTC)Sponges I suppose,lots of them.
Re: Muflfling the tinkle
Date: 2007-02-16 09:18 pm (UTC)Sorry, I've lowered the tone again. You may turn into your mother if you wish. (Me I'm turning into my father,my mother is actually quite nice!)
Re: Muflfling the tinkle
Date: 2007-02-17 12:14 am (UTC)Turning into Dad's not an option either, cos he's just too nasty.
I'm out of rolemodels!
Re: Muflfling the tinkle
Date: 2007-02-17 03:21 am (UTC)On another note, just finished a long long phone call with delicious amanda P, am trying to seduce her into LJ land, and possibly for the next ravenwing on 21st Feb, to which you are also warmly invited if you are in London.
Would it be cool to all meet up together for girly chat and gossip somewhere on the south bank some time soon. I've arranged t meet her the 27th and go to Giraffe
Methinks the lovely amanda may be feeling a teensy bit down, and would appreciate some warm company, which I for one am more than happy to do for an old chum.
my actual email r4venqueen at gmaildotcom
Hugs
Su
Re: Muflfling the tinkle
Date: 2007-02-17 12:24 pm (UTC)