This Is This

Some people from the office were going to see Justin Timberlake at the O2 in London last night but before that they found themselves talking to me at work.

They were girls (oh yeah…), younger than me, so I was naturally weary of sounding like I knew more about pop music than them, for fear of being Cool Dad. But there are a couple of Justin albums at home, as well as Beyonce, Timbaland, Nelly Furtado, Beyonce and a lot of R&B pop.

So, I’m not going to make out I was being actually cool, but I think I was down with the kids and holding my own. Actually, just reading that back…

Moving on, it became clearer that they may have thought I going to the gig, because I was getting ready to leave as I was lyrically waxing Justin. And again…

One of the girls asked me as I grabbed my work bag: “Where are you sitting tonight, Cliff?”

With my other hand I reached for the groceries I bought at lunch. “On my couch,” I said, looking into the bag, “eating toast.”

“You’re not going to the gig?” asked the other.

“Um, no.” The way you do when you don’t want to answer but have to. That um sound.

“Eating toast!” I could hear the laughter as I walked out of the office.

I am so not bringing sexy back. I’m actually taking away the sexy. I’m removing every last vestige of sexy, creating a vacuum from which no sexy can escape.

And instantly I remembered that I am not them. Last week they were at Glastonbury. If I were there, I’d still be recovering, and they are seeing Justin while I eat toast on my couch.

It was nice, though. I had Dippy Eggs.

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