My parents are arriving in Iceland on Thursday for a week's holiday, which is going to be great, although I already feel mildly embarrassed. What's up with that then? I thought all that embarrassment shit was supposed to have passed now that I'm No Longer a Teenager.
Well, it could be the fact that they've both invested in massive climbing-shop "bum-bags" for the trip, presumably so they can carry their first aid kits and ice-picks with them while they're walking around town. "Mum!" I squealed when I saw what she was planning on wearing in Reykjavík. "It's the capital city! We're not going to be on a glacier! You can't wear an anorak in the bars!" As for my father, he hasn't been to Iceland since he lived here for five minutes in 1973, so he's invested in a semi-pro digicam and plans on filming absolutely everything he sees, just like a very tall, very ginger Japanese tourist.
It's okay, they're equally as embarrassed of me as I am of them. They cruelly call me "Saffy" behind my back, after the prudish and rather tedious daughter in Absolutely Fabulous. Pfft. Just because I sometimes mention that they might like to cut down on the amount of partying they do now that they're Getting On A Bit. My mother can drink as much whiskey as she likes, however, being Irish, without anybody else but me worrying that she might be an alcoholic. "Oh lighten up, Saffy, will ya" they'll scoff at me, before pouring themselves yet another triple G&T and sparking up a joint.
Oh, I'm actually really looking forward to it.
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You don't sound like Saffy to me. Unless Saffy was wont to talk about masturbation. A lot. Which I definitely do not remember.
ReplyDeleteOH the new look is good.
ReplyDeleteHappy parents too, have fun
I used to be mildly embarassed at my parents choice of attire whenever they cam to visit me in Southampton.
ReplyDeleteThey'd obvisously been moving rotton log around whilst it was tipping with rain, followed by a bit of manure collecting - or the like.
Then I just grew to appreciate it, they were warm and dry. Whilst I was in jeans and t-shirt, soaking wet and cold.
Also liking the new look. Using amazing powers of deduction, I'm assuming that Kókómjólk is chocolate milk? Not even google could help me with that one.
I know! I am nothing like Saffy at all! That just makes them all the more ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteTakk Krilli.
And yes, curly, it's chocolate milk. I was wondering if that would make any sense to anybody. It must be because you're Welsh.
I also dig the new look. I like you're "Ooh I'm being a naughty girl" pic. That is what you were going for right?
ReplyDeleteHow do all of you people know how to fuck around with your blog layout so well. I've juts about figured out how to change my avatar pic thats it.
Oh and you sound exactly like Saffy to me.
I'm a graphic designer so I'm supposed to know these things. The reality, however, is that I got a boy to help me with it. Thank you Bjarni xxx
ReplyDeleteThere's still something bugging me about it though that needs fixing. I think I'm going to swallow my pride and ask The Authoratative Borgar.
Bora da.
ReplyDeleteYour parents sound ace. Not enough people wear bumbags these days. They're just so convenient. I'd like to think your dad will be wearing sandals too. It's the only way.
Bore da i chi hefyd Kieran. Oh god yes, sandals, so you know him too then.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, not convinced by your new pic... that just so isn't how I picture you. I think you're far more cool and nonchalant looking than you are nosey. Hey ho.
ReplyDeleteBore da iawn wir - loving the new look. Much better than the sardines can.
ReplyDeleteNiolk - at least you know how to display an avatar. Can someone help me out here?
Oshi, go to edit your profile and then add a URL into the line where it says "profile picture".
ReplyDeleteCath, I thought you might say that. Cool and nonchalant, hmm. I think you might have me on some kind of a pedestal.
Oh it's never that simple!
ReplyDeleteI can do it for you if you like. Send me the picture and your password.
ReplyDeleteYou can trust me, I swear.
No seriously the instructions are straightforward enough it's just a matter of the image being too large. No matter how near oblivion my face becomes for cropping it.
ReplyDeleteyour parents sound a bit like my parents. we should arrange for them to meet, so they can distract each other with foreign holidays and parental excess.
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