Four years ago my sister and I decided this would be the year of comedy. We would book and go see said comedians, together. We love to laugh. We failed miserably.At least going together that is. Until this year. Jimmy Carr I thank you. A pre-show supper at wagamama;s with my wagamama virgin sister. An amble down to the venue. Sat close enough to the stage but not close enough to be a victim of said comedian. Surrounded by convivial hecklers my sister could not help herself, shouting BAGUETTE as I shrunk into my seat.
Our cheeks hurt when we left. Before I had come up for air sister dearest has now booked is in for 2014 with Sarah Millican. This year of comedy maybe gaining momentum? A tradition now set? Now she's 35.....?
This is not a euphamism. I fell in love with these at my local Waitrose. (Also with most of the houseware department) After a crappy first date much earlier in the year I decided to treat myself to one of the bowls with the promise that every time I had another crappy date I would acquire another. I had no more dates crappy or otherwise. I gave up. No more I decided. We've tried blind dates, dating work mates and dating sites. On line dating depresses me on a mahoosive scale. Here the rules of attraction just don't seem to apply. When you do find a profile that makes you pause you discover they live 200 miles away, they lack in witty banter or worse they are no bigger than you. (I am a self-confessed heightist)
I have not been on a date for some months now and as the evenings are drawing in I am sorely tempted to give it ago again, on line or otherwise.
It's that or join the W.I.Alternatively I can hang out a lot more in Waitrose and look for a possible soul mate over in the bread aisle.
My Step mum bought me the remaining set of bowls as a parting gift. They dont give witty banter.