The Twentieth Century… Remember that?
A fair few of us Almanackers were young and groovy in the Twentieth Century and did stuff that seems a bit unlikely these days.
F’rinstance, I went around to my local (Golden Barley, Enmore) one eve, a couple years ‘fore the end of that storied century. Hanging out, chatting to folks, getting near midnight, I bought a longie of Resch’s Pilsener to take home, asked the bar bloke/chick to put it in the fridge until I left.
I sat at the bar, smoking, drinking, talking, got to where I was ’bout to leave, asked for my longie, kept talking, opened the longie and drank it at the bar. Another night ’round then, I was standing on a table chanting the ‘Brothers and Sisters’ monologue from the first MC5 album with a cute lass, then took her best friend back to my place.
That’s one of my polite tales. Crikey!
Moments of 20C lunacy, folks. We all have them. Whether it happened when you were 8, 17, 24 or 32, share yours, make yr post ‘neath that headline. Let our descendants marvel at our madness.
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About Earl O'Neill
Freelance gardener, I've thousands of books, thousands of records, one fast motorcycle and one gorgeous smart funny sexy woman. Life's pretty darn neat.
One asks oneself why and the moderators at the site do too, why one hangs around Reddit Friendzone, where men young enough to be my grandsons decry the sheer unfairness of the universe as they have found the perfect woman, their soulmate, the girl of their dreams only to be told she only wants to be friends.
After all I have been happily married for 22 years, and i should have left all that behind me…
The lads at this site don’t sugar coat the pill, they tell the unrequited one bluntly, move on, walk away cease contact, find someone else, work on your self esteem. which is all very good and valuable work as men are less likely to ask their friends or their mum for help.
Well i guess my interest is, I suppose, is that like Collingwood grand final defeats, these setbacks mark the passage of time. Both are reminders of where I was age 15, age 20 age 30.
As for the Friend Zone, I urge you all to look after our boys and girls who are unlucky in love, they may not tell us, but they do need your help.