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Monday, 22 December 2003

Outer London


Which is what I tend to think of the rest of the country as. When I'm not convincing myself that London should secede, form its own nation, and quit subsidising these malingerers that hate us. Anyway.

Been getting a lot of compliments lately - for skills, things I've done, how I look, my personality. A lot of people taking me aside and tellilng me I don't believe in myself enough, that I have lots of things going for me. To be more confident about it. To learn to take a compliment, and to be loud and proud about my accomplishments. Most embarrassingly my boss blurts this sort of stuff out at meetings. I'd rather have a day off in lieu to find my pride, I have to say. I think, really, these are the trite things that one says to someone who's just gone through a difficult break up. But then a self-abnegating fool would also say that, so I'm not so sure.
On a recent trip out of the capital city, I was reminded how mono-ageist London is. I'm 33, and on a typical London street, I'm in the oldest decade of people present. At the younger end of the decade, but still there. You just don't get people in their forties or fifties in this city - the majority are aged 20-35. End of story. At closing time, it's quite hard to search out a face on a tube platform that isn't twenty-something. Which makes for a vibrant, interesting city, yeah, but if you're edging towards the grumpy, aged end of the spectrum, it also exaggerates every wrinkle, every tired step, every grey hair or sagging scowl that little bit more. You become accustomed to being the one in the train carriage who isn't that fit. (Note, I've noticed the self-esteem downer doesn't seem to apply to blokes in their late thirties - yet to a man, they all look older; it should apply, but it doesn't. Are men stupid, blind, or are they just supremely self-confident? Beats me.)

It's when you leave the capital that you remember this demographic isn't actually normal. That the majority of people in Britain are old (baby boomers in their forties and fifties outnumber everyone else), fat, and minging. Give me twenty minutes in a service station in Essex, and I'll emerge knowing I'm fit, young and fabulous.
Which brings me back to the compliments I've been getting recently. I mean, no-one ever says 'you're a right dowdy looking minger', do they?

Christmas Cracker Joke Survey 3:
Q. What is yellow and writes poetry?
A. A ballpoint banana.
(Asda; Way to go! Axcellent joke! Always buy cheap crackers, kids, they have the best jokes...)

(Thanks to Miss Fluffy for today's Christmas jingle)

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Updated: Monday, 22 December 2003 6:58 PM GMT
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Monday, 22 December 2003 - 3:17 PM GMT

Name: Kat
Home Page: http://www.mostlyfluff.blogspot.com

I think people are trying to helpful when they remind you of all of the things you have going for you, etc. The problem is that sometimes we need to embrace our sadness or depression for a little while. At least, I do. Sometimes just having a really big pity-party for myself makes me ready to look on the bright side, keep my chin up, blah, blah, blah.

Monday, 22 December 2003 - 4:04 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Oh, I think Christmas is going to serve that purpose perfectly. :-)

Monday, 22 December 2003 - 7:11 PM GMT

Name: billy
Home Page: http://billyworld.typepad.com

...so, if I read this correctly - I'm an old, fat minger!!...however as I am probably stupid, blind and supremely confident - I don't care :^)...and wouldn't something that was yellow and wrote poetry by the custard laureate or andrew jaundice motion...I'm putting too much thought into this aren't I :^)...just got turned down for a job at asda today :^( ....

Monday, 22 December 2003 - 7:29 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

The custard laureate - what a wonderful concept, Billy!

Asda's shit anyway. My dad got laid off last Friday - lovely corporate Christmas present, that. Hope you get something in the New Year. Plenty of teaching jobs left in London, you know..........!

Monday, 22 December 2003 - 9:05 PM GMT

Name: The Rev
Home Page: http://friendlystranger.servebeer.com/blog

I've found the when people start throwing compliments at you left and right it shows that they really care... and are a noticed twitch in your eye or an overheard mumbled conversation with yourself away from calling the men with white coats and good drugs.
Watch yourself...
Or, blow those vows to hell and smashed at work, dancing around mimmicking your boss and telling everyone how splendid they are doing and how they, too, should show more self-esteem. Erm... not too attached to your job, are you? Because if so then you should nix my last recommendation. I've found that doing such things is not conducive to employment.

Monday, 22 December 2003 - 9:13 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

I have high hopes of trying this method out with my family on Christmas day, on the basis that they can't sack me.

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