I must have been 13 when I threw my first party - for my birthday, inviting my whole class back to my house for pizza and cola.
Even if I could turn the TV off (I was unable to), I could not mute the sound of the fighter jets, helicopters and men walking down my street chanting "Allahu akbar!" Nor could I dull the sound from the mosque next to my house, inviting people (more precisely, men) to go to the streets.
In early February, I received texts on my BlackBerry inviting me to subscribe to two different short message services.
A woman smears blood-red caviar on to the back of my hand, inviting me to lick it off.
"In my view, inviting pollsters or politicians or pundits - let alone competitors - to determine the size of the BBC, and which services might be dispensed with, is a slippery slope," Elstein said, delivering the Institute of Economic Affairs Beesley lecture in London today.
In my view, inviting pollsters or politicians or pundits – let alone competitors – to determine the size of the BBC, and which services might be dispensed with, is a slippery slope.
One day, two friends and I decided to rid ourselves of him permanently by luring him into my house, inviting him to sit in a chair on which we had placed some of the metal tracks from my electric train set, and quickly turning the train's transformer to ninety, its highest setting.
A few of them noticed and tugged on my arm, inviting me to dance alongside.
Last week I got a Facebook message from my dad inviting me to play a game called Pet Rescue Sega.
But when I look up at you, and smile back, my eyes inviting you into all that I can offer -- all the possibilities that you have yet to consider, your eyes dart down and away from me, and the look on your face hardens -- you seem ashamed of what you just saw.
