Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
I fully intended not drinking last night, because - in my current condition - even just one glass of wine turns into an unbelievably foul headache the next day, and it just isn't worth it. It's something to do with the neuralgic sinus-type aftermath of the head-cold that everyone in Britain seems to be suffering right now.
But I arrived home intending to cook a huge meal and retire early, only to find the tiny (compact but adorable) kitchen full of family all drinking wine like it was Saturday, and planning on going out to get a load of hamburgers to soak it up. I gave up my worthy plans and joined in. Now I regret it - deeply.
After about 20 minutes of listening to the boy moaning to his mother about how someone should just give him £10 a week to make his life bearable, I reminded him of the initial plan to finance his college days, which included 18 hours a week working in his local town, and how this simple solution seemed to have gone out of the window. 20 minutes later, he was still banging on about how just £10 a week would make his life so much better, so I started to warm up and suggest that by forgoing two and a half small bottles of beer a week, he would have that £10 to spend on whatever would make his life better which was not alcoholic. Of course, this was easy for me to say, especially after a few glasses of wine. None of us can afford to put him through college, but we have spent quite a lot getting him there.
Having had a few glasses himself, he continued to insist that someone - anyone - should give him £10 a week, and I sort of exploded and started shouting at him. This was after the hamburger. I don't regret the words so much as the volume that they were delivered to him, but I do regret the wine.
I am so fed up with how everything in today's modern Britain seems to boil down to money, or the lack of it. Everyone is expected to fleece everyone else, simply in order to survive. We'll be eating each other soon if it carries on like this - come to think of it, I thought it was just my cold which made that hamburger taste funny last night...