Feb 21st-25th: Having a Big Fat Dad Lunch

The one daytime activity that stuck out for me this week was going for lunch meeting with my dad and an accountant. You know you’re getting old when you’re A. going for a lunch and B. doing it with an accountant, however, you know you’re still a pikey student when your main motive for going is to get a free meal.

It was enjoyable, although a part of my brain is still very childish so often during an adult conversation I will drift off as soon as the phrase “income tax” or “mortgage” gets mentioned. I’ll instead start looking around the restaurant playing a game called “Guess who’s killed a man?” It’s pretty self-explanatory you just look around a room and decide who you think has murdered someone/has a person buried under their patio. Make sure you keep the results to yourself, no one wants to be told that information. That’s why I need someone to do my accounts for me, because I do not have the mental capacity to concentrate on a boring thing for more than 3 minutes.

The one thing that I noticed from having lunch with men who are middle aged is that they are over-grown children. During a two hour lunch at least half of the time was spent telling rude jokes to each other. It’s comforting to know, that no matter what you end up doing for a job and what age you get to you, mentally you remain a 12 year old in a playground. The other think that I didn’t realise more senior gents do is, rather than be polite, if someone tells a clanger of a gag they get rinsed. After one gag someone announced “don’t give up your day job!” So not only did I get a free meal, I also got a comforting look into the future.