As you know, I love a good moan. The wonderful Trish Byrne (read her very funny bloggage here) has summed up my blogs as “cheery cynicism”. I guess she’s right. I am cheery but I am also deeply, deeply cynical I try to see the positive in a situation but experience, age and a predisposition to cynicism have made me cynical. Get bitten on the arse enough times and you’d be pure stupid not to go around clutching your arse. So I do. I have big hands.

Oh, I’ve had it tough. Oh, I’ve been lied to. Oh! I’ve been used and left for a husk, which is ridiculous because I can really only get anyone into a room with the people from the London Comedy Improv, which is largely comprised of me.

But it has happened and it was my own naive fault and so I’ve been forced to come to the conclusion that there’s nothing wrong with a healthy dose of cyncism. At least it’s authentic. Nothing turns my stomach more than fake smiling at people you don’t even really like because you need something from them, or they from you. I can’t take it. Literally – can’t watch it. Have to leave the room.

The husband and I didn’t want to have to leave the room at our own wedding shindig for anything other than quick gulps of Marchy air, so we made some guest list guidelines. We limited the invitees to people we’d go for pints with by choice, people we’d celebrated major milestones with over time and people we’d actually interacted with in the last year. The interactions didn’t all have to be rosy – you have disagreements with your faves all the time (that’s how they get promoted into the realm of family) but they did have to have happened. They also had to have been initiated by both sides. As a result, we had a buzzing, happy room full of people who, in the main, liked each other. At worst, they all genuinely knew us. Genuinely = had rung us for a chat or to arrange a hang-out just because. And vice versa. Blow me if it wasn’t nice. It worked. Probably political suicide, but I’ve never like politicians anyway.

I shall henceforth approach everything with a non-customary generous dollop of suspicion, washed down with a large glass of untrusting juice. I mean, really, isn’t it kinder to assume the worst? If you’ve assumed the best then by definition what follows can only be disappointment. Why would you do that to someone? You absolute shit.

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