Post karaoke ramblings

1. Fucking finally he got in - so I finished all of Downton Abbey. Brilliant. I tried to explain to Numpty (dah-vid) the brilliance of it all. History, politics, turn of century courtship, class divide, beginning of suffrage, war and above all; a shade of open Victorian pragmatism so veiled  and scorned upon in modern life. Modern life that hails individualism and romanticism. Our societal conventions are no less nor more than that bygone era, yet we think we are so much better. Alas! Numpty is no literature student and did not get me. Nobody does. Hence this ramble.
2. Life is a series of pragmatic multi-tasking and choices until we draw our last breaths. 
3. Post-revelations Sheryl is much happier :)
4. I wish I had stronger lungs for karoke and speaking loudly. This is why I did not follow my working class parents' vocation, the noblest (holiday-intensive) of them all. Teaching. Because truly, I am those who can't do.
5. I wish I had stronger liver and alcohol tolerance. No I take that back. I love myself so much nobody understands how high my esteem really is.
6. I really prefer being Queen Cheap and Boring Psuedo Intellectual than almighty social butterfly. Born elsewhere it would probably be in Russia or Paris as Intelligensia. LOL. Imagine Sheryl smokin a fag, rambling Trotsky or WTF, bitchin about good ol' bourgeoisie or WTF. So unpretentious and not Sheryl at all. 
7. Oh oh Dahvid sleepwaking again.
8. I am pathetically dry and dull. I can't believe I spoke at length (Picadilly Circus to Hammersmith) to Numpty about 'PE as an asset class', hoarse voice, post singing, nay shouting 'Living on a Prayer'. Mental note: I honestly enjoy karoke
9. I am beginning to realise small details in life can really make a difference. For example, it could improve your sex life. In 2012 I resolve to be more detail oriented. LOL.
10. Still post drink buzz, but not drunk enough to conk out or go ape on Numpty. Buzzin' ba dum dum dah dah dum dum dum
11. Remember when I was a child and wanted my own library, with a ledger, like Lord Grantham of Downton Abbey has? I have high hopes 
12. I truly despise NHS and many other socially valued British norms, and maybe fundamentally cannot reconcile with this country. I wish, I wish I could move to somewhere chilled. Like Amsterdam, smoke all day and sleep all night. Or Vancouver, ski all weekend and party all week. 
13. Sheryl has left the building. Peace out.
14. Just so I did not end on unlucky 13. One is a loser if one is still reading my rambling. No offence, I never mean to be unkind to anyone.
15. Desperately want a dog. Not child yet, dog. xoxo