That's right kids, it's an end of year 'state of affairs' blog, prepare to be utterly riveted with the story of my year, the story you've been waiting to hear, all year, a year to hear, but don't fear, don't shed a tear, it's here, for you to hear, the story of my year.
It's fun to rhyme.
I finish 2009 as I started it, cold, alone and essentially pointless. The way human beings are designed to be. I haven't made my fortune, I haven't found love, I haven't etched my name in the pillars of history. I haven't even got my own Wiki page, because apparently someone else has to set it up for you, and you have to have actually done something they consider important, or they delete you, which as far as I'm concerned goes against the whole spirit in which Wikipedia was conceived.
I did change one of my pillows though. One sprung a leak sometime in the autumn and after a few months of having a bedroom that looked like the crime scene of some kind of teddy bear massacre I finally bit the bullet and replaced the damaged head comforter. I'm still not entirely happy with the new one, it's too big and firm, it's exactly the same as when you change girlfriend, you get used to the shape and size of one, where your arms are supposed to go, how the best way to fit around each other is so you don't wake up with a kink in your neck, just how much force is needed to 'accidentally' kick them out of the bed if they're starting to bug you. Pillows and girlfriends, exactly the same.
Obviously the biggest thing I did this year is get a job, because obviously jobs are the most important thing in our lives, obviously. I got up one day, put on a suit and asked a reasonably intimidating panel of people if they'd mind awfully giving me over forty hours of things to do each week, push me to get out of bed before my natural body clock would allow, and judge me on all my successes and failures. I then followed this up by reassuring them that no, it was fine they wouldn't have to pay me too much to do this, just whatever they felt they could afford in these harsh financial times. After hearing the same offers from several other people they finally gave in to my charms and enlisted me in their little slave ring.
And you know what, I've quite enjoyed it, the actual work varies, as with everything, from a tedious and over pressured chore, to something I get a genuine buzz out of, sometimes I even go home feeling like I was useful, which is nice. Of course, as my work is connected to a place that serves alcohol it also means that I sometimes go into work hoping that whatever I've forgotten from the night before hasn't earned me Laughing Stock of the Week, but that's a hazard I've learned to live with all my life.
All in all though, it's a nice change to be working with other people, obviously there's all the expected nonsense about teamwork, new challenges, collaborative ideas and processes, six hour long meetings with flip charts, but really it's just nice to have a new set of people to have a laugh with during the day. So I think I'll stick at it for a bit.
Then there's this band thing, after a year repeating ourselves in various practice rooms we finally got on stage last month, and it was good. It's strange how twenty minutes as a bit part in an unpaid performance for a bunch of strangers seems to be worth a 16 hour day, of which a good ten is spent on a motorway burning expensive fuel and not getting home until almost sunrise, without any real questioning or feelings of effort. Whilst I will bitch and moan for a goodly number of hours about having to go buy washing up liquid from a shop which is 300yrds away. I've missed that though, I think I've missed the travelling more than anything, missed showing up at new places and not knowing what's going to happen. I'm not sure entirely why this appeals to me so much, I'm not an overly social person so I don't come away from these things with new friends and enlightening conversations that often, a lot of the towns and venues you end up in are less than exciting and quite often you find that your expensive and lengthy round trip has led to you playing to a nonplussed audience of other bands and bar staff, but no matter how many times you do this, the build up to each time doesn't stop being at least a little exciting. I'm looking forward to it in the new year at very least.
I moved back in on my own. I like living on my own, I like the control of my time and space that it gives me, I like deciding who I share it with and when, when I eat, what goes on the TV, how everything is arranged, and what point the bin really does need emptying, But it seems I had become a little used to having people around. It's fine during the usual weeks, because between work and bands and traditional going out patterns I only really end up at home one or two evenings as it is, and I can usually fill those with a quick text message or two, but I have to confess that the holiday's have been a bit of a trial, so I might have to think about this a little before the summer. I'll get to make a list of pros and cons for this, which is really quite appealing.
I must have done some other things this year, but the continuing curse of the memory can make it very difficult to say exactly what those things were. There was a weekend in London and a few night's at gigs, a couple of which were amongst the best I've ever been to. There was Edinburgh of course, the best week of any year, I think one of the greatest things about this is taking a few new people up every year, and watching them fall in love with the place, and with the fringe, in the same way I did the first time I went and the same way I do again with every visit. I'm not a person for looking forward to things usually, I prefer to just enjoy them when they happen without building up unfeasible hopes and expectations, but I just can't stop myself from doing that with Edinburgh, I've already got plans in place for next year and catch myself daydreaming about it on a fair number of occasions.
As for fortune, love and history? I'll probably just have a cup of tea for now. I really would appreciate it if you could get started on that Wiki though.
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