The Tea Party - Chat Show Host.

        I was sat, this morning, in the resteraunt I like to get my breakfast in, it's really nice, overlooks the sea, and plays some fabulous music. I was sat, as per usual, writing some nonsense on the laptop, drinking my tea, when I overheard a conversation that led my train of though off down a track that seemed to go for miles. I swear I thought about this for a good ten minutes.
      The conversation I caught the snippet of was not that noteworthy, just someone talking about something they had seen on a televised chat show. Chat shows, to me at least, are not all that enteraining, I do like a few, but there isn't one I sit and watch religiously, to be honest, most of my chat show watching nowadays is limited to picking up snippets of Graham Norton's show online, where some kind soul has linked the most amusing part, which saves me the labour of actually sitting down to watch it the whole way though. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against talk shows, I just find them incredibly boring for the most part, but then I'm sure the plethora of cooking shows I watch would be boring to others, so I guess it's one of those, horses for courses situations, whatever floats your boat and all that.
      So this got me onto thinking about the host of the show, and how much of an endurance job it really is, sitting down in the same seat week in week out, asking the same sort of questions to everyone who comes on, and I'm pretty sure some of the guests can be pretty boring or difficult (thinking back to watching poor Parky trying to interview Meg Ryan - possibly one of the most awkward interviews ever), and I tried to imagine myselfdoing the job. Know what? I couldn't. I'd get bored far too easily, I'm sure for people who enjoy socialising and chatting to different people it would be great, however as I am some sort of socially awkward creature, I just dont think I would even know where to begin. From here I began to think up numerous ways I could make it more interesting or bearable, and I came ot the conclusion that I would need tea. Or Food. Then I thought it would be fine to have food and tea, so i'm now imagining myself hosing a tea party, where the guests who come on sit around a lavish table covered with high tea type paraphanellia.
       Once I brought myself back down to the present, and feeling slightly guilty for neglecting my writing, I took another sip of rea and continued my work. I finished my food, drank some more tea, wrote some more nonsense then packed up my things and went to pay the bill. It was very windy today, so I decided to snap a few photos of the sea, to keep as a reminder of how incredibly ffortunate I am to live near such an amazing view, and started to walk home.

      Once home, I greeted the cats, made a cup of tea and retired to the sofa to write some more. While there I reflected on how once agian my train of though had run away with me, and finally came to the conclusion it's a good job I am not a chat show - tea party host, with my random thoughts and eccentricity, it would probably end up like something out of alice in wonderland.....

Mrs N.