I hate parties.

Mostly pretentious b u l l s h I t that forces people with deep rooted dislikes to spend time with each other.

I particularly despise the summer parties such as the one local to me today, you know the sort, pounding music hour after hour until late at night.

Then just when you hope everyone will f u c k off they decide to sit in the garden until 3 in the morning talking b o l l o x in loud voices.

Then you get to hear the slamming of car door and the mind numbing pipping of car horns as they finally depart at 4.00am.

Seems to get worse as the years go by, people’s lack of awareness and giving a s h I t about neighbours has gone completely to Hell.

I now actively avoid parties, there’s very few people I genuinely like so I try not to compromise myself by attending much stuff these days.

When certain of the last few “elders” in my family finally depart ( there are now only six above me in age ) I will likely never see most of their offspring and appendages again.

I’d rather go to a Villa match than attend a party to be perfectly honest!!