September 12

I have taken to playing music too loudly in the school car park while waiting to collect Superkid at home time.
I wind the car window down as soon as a decent track comes on and turn it up to about eight. Soon I will be ready to consider the radical and confrontational step of turning the music up to nine. But not just yet.
I accept that this is childish and I am not sure why I am doing it.
I think it may be to prove to all the people who ignore me that I am interesting and have hidden depths they can only dream about discovering.
It is probably an entirely predictable reaction, having long ago been classified as an outsider due to my sex and an inherent inability to engage in petty chit-chat over a skinny latte.
Or perhaps my inherent inability to engage in petty sex over a skinny latte.
It is not that I want to join the Cappuccino Clan. I am merely illustrating that I would certainly enhance the group if lucky enough to be selected.
Not that I'm going to be.
That's obviously not going to happen.
I am also wondering whether I secretly hope the chairman of the board of governors will be moved to write to me in a formal capacity - asking me to show some consideration and stop annoying other parents with my actions.
Yes, that could be it.
Classic attention-seeking behaviour from an individual who perceives himself to be disconnected from the majority.
Anyway, this afternoon I left the radio on when getting out of the car in an attempt to assess just how disruptive I was being.
Barely a peep could be heard.