50 Things I Can’t Do
50 things I can’t do.
There aren’t 50.
1) Growing up
- Poo in a public toilet
- Grow a proper grown-up beard
- Resist drawing cocks on blank paper. Big spunking cocks with all balls and pubes
- Go to bed at a sensible time, even if I have to get up early
- Work the washing machine (why does it have more than one setting, really?)
- Understand the inner workings of a car
- Leave spots alone
- Dress up smartly
- Wake up on the first alarm and get up
- Save money
2) Other people
- Chat up women
- Subtly check out cleavage
- Leave a coherent voicemail message
- Enjoy being in a crowd
- Feel comfortable haggling in a shop
- Pee at a urinal next to someone really tall
3) Games & Entertainment
- Give a computer game character a sensible name (“Hello, my name is Spunky”)
- Play board games fairly
- Play computer games online
- Simplify tactics on Rock-Paper-Scissors
- Dance without looking like I’m mocking people with cerebral palsy
- Sing in tune
- Maintain any sense of rhythm
- Listen to Metallica’s “Sad But True” without air-drumming along to the intro, like a twat
- Down a pint
- Sit still for the entire duration of a film
4) Health and safety
- Enjoy the meat in sausage rolls now I’ve started thinking about what it actually is
- Eat crisps quietly
- Drink one, and only one, beer
- Last a whole year without some sort of disorder that causes excess snot
- Know when to stop texting / e-mailling / instant messaging after drinking alcohol
- Drive within the speed limit
- Cook a complicated meal
- Play football (1 x destroyed ankle, 1 x ball-saved-with-face)
5) Day to day
- Take recycling seriously
- Go into a supermarket and buy everything on my list. And nothing else.
- Take a menu-selection risk when ordering a takeaway
- Walk past a stone and not kick it
- Speak foreign, despite 10+ years of learning, and somehow a qualification in German.
- Moderately swear
- Make small talk with a stranger
6) The Rest
- 8 times table quickly
- Be photographed and look even a bit normal. Oh good, I’m blinking again.
- Show a suitable amount of decorum through the National Anthem, without looking like I’m taking the piss
- Watch an entire episode of Question Time in one sitting
- Really genuinely understand the history and politics of places like Israel
- Get excited by film hype
- Enjoy porn, um, afterwards
- Talk on the phone without doing anything else
- Write legibly, after years of computer based doing everything
Merry Christmas, probably.
i drew a penis on a business studies exam once. i got sent to the guidance counsellor. apparently it wasnt an appropriate response to “What is an ombudsman”. i still dont know. you’d think they would have actually told me rather than just telling me i had something wrong with my brain. and that is how i ended up in art college and then became an accountant.
Merry Christmas, NotSteve.
I can’t stop biting my nails. I also can’t go onto my computer with the intention of doing work, and resist checking my emails and every blog I read.