Look back in indifference
2007. What shall I remember of thee?
Normal people write their review of the year at the end of the year. Or a few hours into the new year. I'm not "Normal People". Hell, most days I'm not even People. And I was busy. And ill. And flatulent. In fact I still am, I'm munching on Theakstons Old Peculier and you do NOT want to be in the same room as I am right now, although I apportion part of the blame on last night's made from scratch veggie curry. Evil.
Last January I wrote on here " Bring on 2007, I've got things to do. " Let's just take a stroll through a few events of 2007 and see how it went.
Spent a lot of money trying not to blow up a car and making a net loss on the deal... goodbye Christine..... typical of 2007.
Also. My bike blew up. Five months and a grand spent later, it's still in bits. I try and I buy, but the gods of powered two wheeled transport laugh at my endeavour. Ungettable parts, unfathomable postal services, just shite luck... all of this is also typical of 2007.
Oh, and I blew up too. I started the year a grumpy bloke with a bit of a fitness problem, I ended it on the lists of the chronically ill. Could have done without that really. That's 2007.
Michael Jackson died. No, not that one. Unfortunately. No, this was the important one. The Beer Hunter. Writer. Journo. All round role model to us blokes that don't intend living past their thirtieth birthdays, of which I'm already doing unfeasibly well. The sort of bloke who's so in touch with his taste buds and memory banks that the rest of us just look on in wonderment. And it passed me by. I didn't know anything about this until I happened to be reading Scunny CAMRA branch's newsletter in the pub on Christmas eve, once I dragged my wracking carcass out. Apparently there was a two page spread in the CAMRA national free sheet. Apparently I missed it. Typical of 2007.
Oh, and the resolutions as posted last year?
"Try to enjoy more" = well, I certainly partied a bit.
"Get 2006 filed away"= to a degree this has happened; if I hadn't have done I'd have been certified.
"Travel more"=hmmmm, not really. Haven't had the cash.
"Finish the house"=mwahahahahah! It's barely moved on!!!!
"Smile more"= failed !!!
In all, it's not been one of my favorates. Just a little bit rubbish. It seems that 2007 spent itself laughing at any attempt at endeavour. I got dragged from pillar to post and I wasn't really in control; and where I was in control, I gave it up without too much of a fight. That's not really my style. Did I just get out of my depth? Or tired? Possibly. Who knows. Don't get me wrong, I've met new folks, filed old ones, done new and different stuff and that's all to the good. Got some damned good friends in places where there were once strangers and that's excellent. But last year was just a bit too stressy for my liking.
Better attempt at 2008? Yes please....
Normal people write their review of the year at the end of the year. Or a few hours into the new year. I'm not "Normal People". Hell, most days I'm not even People. And I was busy. And ill. And flatulent. In fact I still am, I'm munching on Theakstons Old Peculier and you do NOT want to be in the same room as I am right now, although I apportion part of the blame on last night's made from scratch veggie curry. Evil.
Last January I wrote on here " Bring on 2007, I've got things to do. " Let's just take a stroll through a few events of 2007 and see how it went.
Spent a lot of money trying not to blow up a car and making a net loss on the deal... goodbye Christine..... typical of 2007.
Also. My bike blew up. Five months and a grand spent later, it's still in bits. I try and I buy, but the gods of powered two wheeled transport laugh at my endeavour. Ungettable parts, unfathomable postal services, just shite luck... all of this is also typical of 2007.
Oh, and I blew up too. I started the year a grumpy bloke with a bit of a fitness problem, I ended it on the lists of the chronically ill. Could have done without that really. That's 2007.
Michael Jackson died. No, not that one. Unfortunately. No, this was the important one. The Beer Hunter. Writer. Journo. All round role model to us blokes that don't intend living past their thirtieth birthdays, of which I'm already doing unfeasibly well. The sort of bloke who's so in touch with his taste buds and memory banks that the rest of us just look on in wonderment. And it passed me by. I didn't know anything about this until I happened to be reading Scunny CAMRA branch's newsletter in the pub on Christmas eve, once I dragged my wracking carcass out. Apparently there was a two page spread in the CAMRA national free sheet. Apparently I missed it. Typical of 2007.
Oh, and the resolutions as posted last year?
"Try to enjoy more" = well, I certainly partied a bit.
"Get 2006 filed away"= to a degree this has happened; if I hadn't have done I'd have been certified.
"Travel more"=hmmmm, not really. Haven't had the cash.
"Finish the house"=mwahahahahah! It's barely moved on!!!!
"Smile more"= failed !!!
In all, it's not been one of my favorates. Just a little bit rubbish. It seems that 2007 spent itself laughing at any attempt at endeavour. I got dragged from pillar to post and I wasn't really in control; and where I was in control, I gave it up without too much of a fight. That's not really my style. Did I just get out of my depth? Or tired? Possibly. Who knows. Don't get me wrong, I've met new folks, filed old ones, done new and different stuff and that's all to the good. Got some damned good friends in places where there were once strangers and that's excellent. But last year was just a bit too stressy for my liking.
Better attempt at 2008? Yes please....
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 11:42 pm
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