Chronicles of a Westcentric
My wife, with a group of friends, has just returned from a five day shopping/sightseeing trip to New York. She got the boys some cracking designer garb. I’m not into the branded stuff much myself. Me, I’m easy to clothe. Call me eccentric I don’t care, as long as there is no green on the garment I’ll wear anything. “Is there anything you want?” she asked me before she crossed the ocean to the Land of the Superpower. I noted the missing word darling from the end of her question but let it pass.
I said “Get us a couple of papers”. (This sentence might be construed as abrupt to non-Westcentrics but it is not in any way rude. It is common vernacular in the West). My little darling didn’t disappoint.
Seven newspapers, two magazines and three of the latest editions of American Marvels for old times sake. That’s a lot of print I have to get through. The bad thing is we are going to one of her relation’s wedding this afternoon (the lady is about to embark on her second spousal unit). And it is the whole shebang; nuptials, meal and evening reception. Thankfully, I don’t have to make a speech at this celebration but valuable reading time will be lost at this ceremony. It will be Sunday before I start ploughing thru the Stateside offerings. I might need to give the Sunday Times a body swerve this weekend.