What ever happened to the former party animal Tom Sadler? That may be stretching it a little, but I did seem to be mainly out getting drunk every weekend not even that long ago. Today I decided to mainly feel sorry for myself. I am fully cold-ridden, have little money until next week, have barely done anything for days, and now I find myself sitting watching 'Strictly Come Dancing' with my mother on a Saturday night.
I always seem to feel guilty by staying in on a Friday or Saturday night. I get the feeling that everybody else is out having an amazing time and that I am somehow I am the only twenty-something man who isn't out with them.
This could be a worrying vision of my future. Maybe in ten or fifteen years time this will be the norm for me, and going out will be saved only for special occasions. Maybe, although I struggle to see it at this precise moment, I will become a firm fan of 'Strictly', never missing an episode. Maybe I will start buying scented candles and display cushions and drink wine instead of beer. Maybe I'll throw out all my Clash and Dylan records and stock up on Take That and Michael Buble. I might start wearing pastel-coloured jumpers, put slippers on whenever I'm in the house, and sport a flat-cap to hide a bald spot. Maybe I'll start reading Catherine Cookson novels and watching Midsumer Murders. Or Heartbeat if they still make it then. Maybe even worse, I could become a train-spotter and turn into my father!
Of course, maybe none of these things will happen. Maybe the rest will do me good. And maybe things will look better in the morning.
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