Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Not the olive branch.

I am at the wrong party. Well that’s not strictly true. . I am at the right party but I am wrong.
You see my old school buddy J has thrown an outdoor afternoon party in London but the weather haas turned out truly foul. Since morning it has been threatening to rain; the wind is chill and it is more then gloomy. It is dank.
Consequently all the un-babied people, except me, have stayed in bed nursing hangovers leaving the garden to the breeders who have all bought their orange-juiced-up lunatic toddlers to run unfettered all afternoon. No one wants to talk. They are all too knackered. They just want to sit and get quietly tanked whilst their children turn the garden into a punk rock mosh pit.

With this terrible gloomy half light, mogul horde and no peripheral vision my defences are low and I am terrified. I spend four hours hiding behind the hostess. She is wearing a sexy pink wrap dress with just enough cleavage showing, holding a glass of wine in one hand and an elegently rolled ciggie in the other and is completely unfazed by the riot. Occasionally she wades into the melee to scoop up her own son and deposit him on safe ground but she doesn’t interfere.

'It’s a bit of a nightmare isn’t it,' she says thoughtfully, deftly toeing a discarded nappy into the bushes.

Later I find a seat and immediately am besieged by a small monster covered in a mixture of dirt, blackberry juice and snot. Its hand is outstretched towards my face.

‘Olive’ it demands.

I glance uneasily over its head to its father who is sprawled, relaxed and unconcerned on a wooden chair opposite. He winks at my breasts and carries on drinking.

‘Olive’ growls the Animal Sam look-a -like.

As the dad seems not to be worried (about anything really…what IS he smoking?) I carefully place a green olive into the monster’s hand. It disappears into its mouth.

‘Olive’. Back comes the hand. Blimey is this is a middle class toddler party or what? . What’s it going to demand next.. ..’marscopone’…’organic goats milk’?

‘Olive!’ screams the child its gory fingers reaching for the jar.

I become curious. How many olives will it take, with their salt water and sourness, to make the child queasy? There are what seem like several hundred children here, all under three and each one as screamingly hyper excited as the next. They have been chowing on crisps and berries and bread and peanuts and pizza and more crisps. They have been jumping up and falling down, rolling in the grass and fighting. I feel like the John Cleese waiter in Monty Python’s ‘The Meaning of Life’ just before the fat man explodes. . ‘ ‘It’s only wafer thin,’ I say handing the child another few olives.

The dad smirks. He did this a while ago whilst watching his other child battering the hostess’s partner to his knees with a whippy branch.

I lean down with the olive jar. ‘Here’, I whisper to the kid. ‘Fill your pockets for Daddy. He might want some later…’

9 comments:

fush and chips said...

Eurgh. Kids... They bring out the Boston Strangler in me. See rant here if you've an idle moment.

Chimera said...

Your rant was very, very funny..the excellent observance of the dating situation too. I had read it previously and I actually had it in my mind whilst writing! Lovely stuff.

tam said...

I love your writing, T. so muscular, so xx&**#%ing funny. Those parties are truly terrifying, and I don't know what's worse the sugared up lord of the flies kids or the beaten down accomplice parents... you captured it, both ways. thanks!

Suzie said...

Dang! Bad Tanvir bad bad Tanvir

fush and chips said...
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fush and chips said...

This may be grossly inappropriate, but I would like to email you. I love the shape of your brain, and would love to scribble to you things random and sometimes piquant. My address is fushandchips@gmail.com. Ball, your court. (Tim)

tinku said...

Great post, T! I wish I had a running commentary of you in my ear at the parties I go to.

Remember: Burma is burning!

Miranda said...

Ah, Tanvi you are a funny lass! Loved this post. Hilarious!

Chimera said...

Ta very much y'all! I love it when a post comes together!
T