Tuesday, January 11, 2011

When Haters say they dislike something they mean "DIS I LIKE"

Andrew's grandfather called this evening to invite us to see a panto with him on Friday. Andrew covered the phone, asked me if we'd anything on that night. "He wants us to go to a panto!" he hissed, wild panic in his eyes. I told him that I had made plans to see a film with some friends, but that he should go anyway. And then I stuffed my fist into my mouth to stifle the giggles. He threw me a filthy look and then told George that we were very sorry, but we wouldn't be free on Friday. "How's Thursday?" asked George.

I love the idea of him bringing us, his grandchilder (in-law) to a pantomime in the parish hall. I imagine we'll be the only almost-30-year-olds there, or at least the only almost-30-year-olds there without children of their own in tow. We'll look like paedophiles. I'll bring some boiled sweets.

Yes, I love the idea of him bringing us, but I suspect the grim reality of it will dawn on me when I'm stuck in traffic on the N4 on Thursday evening.

8 comments:

John Braine said...

I hate to be the one to break it to you but they make you stand up and sing and dance and you'll even get nudged up by your neighbouring mumsies and daddios. Let the nightmares begin...

Andrew said...

John Braine, you are a bastard.

Conan Drumm said...

On the N4? Is it Mullingar?

Has Grandad got a panto horse outside?

Altogether now... LOOK BEHIND YOU!!

Rosie said...

i am realising a full day in advance what a grevious error i've made by agreeing to go to this. George is sweet, kind and 85, so really hard to say no to.

i'm going to have to fake my own death.

Imagine said...

OK the only way to get through this is this: Pretend it's the future and he's died, and you get to go back in time and spend ONE day with him, all sweet and old and lovely as he is. He must love pantos, ah God just humor him or you'll be crying about it some day. (Note - this didn't happen to me or anything, I'm guessing this is what it would be like!)

Rosie said...

i think i'll approach all future social engagements that way, Imagine.

The Drivel Machine said...

It's the seating that I despise. Seats in a parish hall are always owned by the church and designed to punish you for what you've been doing with your arse.

Rua said...

I was gonna say something witty about pantos being the only form of entertainment I still understand, that if I'd gone to more of them as a child I wouldn't be the miserable, hyper-aggressive wreck that I am today.

But no, that wouldn't be true. So, from the bottom of my heart; Stung Rapid.