Sometimes you wonder

What is it with men who are so impressed by themselves and think that an interesting conversation consists of them talking about their jobs and their abilities? Is there a receptor missing for signals clearly indicating "couldn't care less" or would they happily talk to a mirror? I sometimes think they would. At yesterday's drinks party, otherwise in a perfect set up, I got stuck with one of the prime versions of exactly this. No, I'm not impressed by people who know famous people. And I'm not impressed by the number of events or trips included in a job that could perhaps be described as interesting from a different angle. How does his sweet wife put up with him?

Had I been in the company of Little B or Adorable, we would have slaughtered him. But as it was, I bit my tongue and behaved.