Monday Sundries: the one with far too many metaphors

I missed out on writing Monday sundries last week on purpose, not because the weekend wasn’t eventful, it was, but the bad times outweighed the good one. Sadly it seems this weekend has been the same. Now whilst this blog doesn’t exist purely for me to boast about my fantastic life (who would want to read that?) I haven’t a good enough way with words to properly explain what’s going on with out upsetting a whole load of folks along the way. So, let’s just stick with little old me shall we?

I guess a good way of describing how I am feeling right now is like the fear you get when you sit on the front row at an Edinburgh festival comedy show and it turns out it’s your turn to be the butt of all the jokes. This fear is actually real for me, as 4 years ago, a comedian made me his bitch for a full hour, humiliating is not the word… anyways, the amount of life-kicking-me-when-I’m-down jokes that I’ve had to suffer these few weeks are even less funny than the jokes were back then.

Btw does anyone else think that comedians were mostly bullied teenagers that have allowed their large geeky brains into sadists? Or it is just me? I really don’t enjoy being in the company of sadists, let alone paying for the privilege. Nor do I like my life feeling like a non-sexual version of 50 shades of grey. More like 50 shades of why don’t you smash my living room window, mess up my numbers, ruin my budget and then point and laugh at me some more.

Btw how many metaphors can I throw into one post?

Back to the comedians. One great thing I did last week that outweighed a lot of the bad stuff was seeing Jimeoin at the EICC. He was excellent. No attacking audience members. Lots of expressive eye-browing (yes that is a thing) I laughed a lot; he restored my faith in seeing comedians and life for an hour. Although he didn’t tell this joke “two aerials on a roof fell in love and got married. The wedding wasn’t great but the reception was fantastic” but he should have done. I would have laughed a whole lot more. But there were jokes cats; cats are very funny in my opinion. I like a good cat joke.

I’ve also spent the last 2 weeks thanking the sun gods for a tiny bit of sun. I bbq-ed it up in the Meadows again. I saw Polly, Linz, Mich and Hannah. I celebrated someone else’s engagement. I made lots of dinners. I drank at the Speigal-garden. The bridesmaid dresses arrived. In amongst the bad jokes there are some good stories to tell. Somewhere, things will be better again soon and I can go back to telling them.

When life properly pelts you with lemons, limes and mangoes – hit the park, drink red wine with friends, listen to 90s rnb and the world is ok for a bit …

How was your week?

Miss S x