children,drinking and integrity

Now I'm going to go all parental.
My youngest son takes a packed lunch to school and for the past two days I have given him a bottle of diluted juice (dandelion and burdock flavour). Yesterday the lunch supervisor wouldn't allow him to drink it because the rules say no pop (soda). It's not pop he tells her to which she replies that he is a liar.
This morning I label his drink to say that if there is a problem identifying the contents they should contact me rather than question his integrity.
I have just had a call from my wife telling me that the head teacher refused to let him have his drink today on the grounds that it is pop.
My wife can get very angry.............

showing my age?

I've noticed of late that teenagers don't drink anymore. No, they get piised, off their faces, arseholed etc. It seems that the aim of drinking alcohol is to get so off your face that you simply can't remember what you've done.
Now don't misunderstand, i have been there and I've also pretended to not remember (hehe) but I also enjoy remembering some of the fun i've had and I wonder why there is such a need to wipe everything out (especially at 13 years of age)

Party, my place, NOW!

I've been feeling a little stressed of late but having friends around the world has been a great help from those who just call in once to the most special of my friends.

Rather than moping about I have decided to throw a party because it will give all my friends a chance to mingle.

So, bring a bottle, bring food, bring games and music, bring a friend but mainly, bring yourself.

ALL WELCOME and the spa pool and hot tubs are open

Writing group exercise

Part of this is from experience but I won't say which part hehe

See You Soon


The lights shifted, taunting me, throwing me off balance.

As I lay down, the room spun, I felt as though I was slipping, as though I was starting to fall. In free fall across space.

It became impossible to say with any certainty which was the floor and which the ceiling. Spinning, losing control.

I reached out and let my fingers brush the floor, grounding myself , finding a point of reference. The room stopped. My head continued it's savage journey.

Events of the evening flashed by the anticipation of freedom, the excitement of hitting the clubs with the guys and hopefully hitting on someone for the night.

Pictures replaying in my mind, fast forward, playing, pause on that brunette! Running over the action in crystal clear slow motion. The music hammered at our brains as we necked beer after beer. The cheers as I went for it on the tequila run and the hands supporting me as I headed for a seat and found the floor.

Fast forward again. In the street, loud and hard, invincible. Remembering how I started to flag and grinning as my mate slipped me an E.

Blurred images of jeering faces and people on the floor, blood and sirens, running and laughing taking a taxi,

Was it only moments ago falling through my door?

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A figure, dark and silent, face hidden by a deep cowl stands watching me. I struggle to focus, needing to see the figures face but somehow knowing I won't, can't.

I want to turn away, I want to dismiss my tormentor but I feel a coldness around my heart and all I feel is fear as I realise who this is and begin to recount the deeds and misdeeds of my short life.

The figure raises one emaciated hand and a fleshless finger beckons me, demanding obedience.

I whimper and begin to cry out

'not yet! I can't, don't make me'

The figure moves slowly, having all time, and none in which to fulfil it's duty. As it turns away it speaks, no more than a whisper but I hear those words forever

'I'll see YOU soon'