I Am An Intellectual

My Dear Fellow,

No really, I am. You can tell I'm very very clever because I go to the Independent Cinema.

I can't keep it up. I feel like a fraud. I admit it. I was only there to see a musical that featured Duran Duran and The Cure. The film was called Sing Street and it was GREAT fun. Thoroughly recommended. 

It helped that Princess Normal accompanied me. She was on excellent form and her threatening to sing during the film merely enhanced the experience. Afterward she took me for birthday mojitos where the barmaid engaged in the most ridiculous ritual in making them. There was a lot of over-enthusiastic jigging about when adding each ingredient. The mint leaves were given a playful SLAP and then TOSSED into the glass.

The Princess was unimpressed. "I know she had a great body and was clearly very attractive, but was that really necessary?" she asked. "It just looked like she was in love with herself."

I agreed. We are both married and I am a really old b*gger. There's just no need to turn a cocktail into a show on our account, plus it just slowed down delivery of the alcohol, which was the important thing here.

Still, it gave us a new euphemism. "Slapping the mint" now means something very specific and not particularly family-friendly to us now. The whole evening was worth it for that alone. Please do think of us the next time you feel the need to toss a mojito.

El Parsones