Pile stuff on the drunk bloke
I had a tiny glimpse of what it would be like to be a parent last night. A few of us went to see some of the kids from the Sangkheum Centre perform traditional Khmer Apsara dancing at a groovy hotel in town. The kids look amazing, with immaculate costumes and make-up, and they’re so well practiced, the dancing is really slick. One by one, as the kids who are in my classes saw me, they flashed me huge smiles and even snuck in a cheeky wave.
I want to be a dad.
So the rugby didn’t go England’s way last night, but the night was superb. Apart from the three very deeply confused lads who kept shouting ‘Scotland!’, everyone was in great form. We finished the night in X Bar (a very cool rooftop bar with big wicker chairs and fairy lights) until gone six this morning, when we de-camped to a Vietnamese restaurant for a noisy breakfast. Only one person fell asleep, so naturally he had things piled on top of him and photos taken. It wasn’t me, hasn’t been for a while now, but I’ve been there and got the T-shirt.
Quite Random is the blog of Nathan Nelson, a human male who lives in the UK and is not entirely sure what he's going to do when he grows up but is interested in international development, photography, secularism, technology, music and movies and other things anyone of his age would be.
As Des O’Connor and Sir Ken Morrison have both spawned sprogs in their 70s you’ve got plenty of time left.
Oh, don’t envy his hangover. Been there and got the T-shirt too. Never again.
Someone should start a dating agency specifically for men and women to meet partners who want to have children. It would solve a lot of mid 30’s angst.
I’d call it ‘fill my empty womb before my ovaries look like raisins.com’
Starting it up now.