Sunday, December 06, 2009

Final frontier


Quite a lot of our friends and same-generation family members now have sprogs. It's quite unsettling.

You see, having a family may well become the only way of holding on to our social life. Whatever our mates may have said in advance, in each and every case the arrival of a little prune or prunette has fundamentally changed their approach to everything.

The thing is, although I see this change is profound, awe-inspiring and satisfying, I don't really want it. I quite like still being able to pop down the pub. And not being knackered. And fretting with carefree abandon about nothing but myself.

The baby frontier: can friendship survive it?