Crowded rooms

The loudness of hip clubs and bars always surprices me.
There you are with the in-crowd, the only problem is that one hand can't hear what the other one's trying to say. The music continues to pump and there's people with empty stares. You come to the conclusion that the only thing to do is to dance, but it's too crowded, there's no enough space. And then you leave.

I've come to the only conclusion one can draw... the in-crowd has absolutely nothing interesting to say.

Fetishes!

A couple of days ago a friend remarked that my infactuation with Hercule Poirot in fact is a fetish. This, after I gloriously mentioned that I found the complete series of BBC Radio Dramas of Agatha Christies novels.
I never thought of it before, but I do understand that to others the joy my discovery brought me might seem a bit off.

I haven't always loved Hercule Poirot. In fact I thought he was quite obnockious at first. I even preferd Miss Marple (the old hag). But soon enough Hercule won my heart, although:

• he's a pompus fart
• he enjoyes talking about himself in third person
• wherever he goes you can rest assure - someone's going to get murdered.

Besides loving Hercule I love pinup's too. My friend saw a link - why do you enjoy these strange things, what's the common ground?

Now I've spent 2 days thinking about it and reached the marvelous conclusion that both pinup girls and Hercule represent a prettier picture in harsch times.
Hercule was most active during the depression and then later during the world war (II). He is described in aristocratic surroundings and the state of the world seems far away.
Pinups came during the war, as eye-candy for soldiers.
Each represented a welcomed escape for their readers and watchers.

I imagine that's what I adore about them too, as comfort in confusing times.

My tip is not to read Agatha Christies books.
Try to get a hold of the BBC dramas and curl up and listen to them before you go to sleep. Or simply watch any of the movies, or the TV-series.

Staring into that abyss of a bright future...

... Speaking of mothers (see my last post), this is a new mother as well as a new baby.

As I walked home from the meeting above I thought about babies and how I'm not a huge fan when it comes to toddlers. This is something few women talk about. I guess cause you're supposed to automaticly love babies as if it's part of our nurturing nature.
In that case I'm sorry to say I'm just not natural.
But don't get me wrong, I do like kids. Actually I prefer the company of almost any 4 year old to most adults. 4 year olds are fun! They have grat visions, thoughts and questions about the world.

But I don't know what to do with kids of minor sizes. There doesn't seem to be much.
Wait for them to poop, pee, yell for food.
Make a stupid face and talk with a funny voice.
Ironicly my lack for love of all those things make me feel like a complete fool.

(none of the participants in this post were hurt during writing or meeting. And of course I'm happy for the love of both the baby and the mother in the picture.)