Lordy, its late and I appear to have slept through the evening thus leaving me flapping around the house like a spinster, pining for an army of cats for company. Or the missus to come back from spitting on hankies and degrotting orphans in Nairobbery. Charitable sod.
She's going to kill me when she sees how much central heating I've used trying to keep the glacier of black ice from the door.
As a last resort, I've had to put the television on to drown out the voices. Dear oh dear, ITV has a new late-night superheroe themed comedy full of blue humour against the cosmopolitan metropolis of London. At this point, which was a low one, I made the horrible impulsive descision to do another year of blogging. Partly because last time I did it, it was quite an eventful year, mostly because I'm bored and have to resist the all-consuming lure of the peanut butter and marmite sandwich. Ooh, Dusk til dawn is on.
Anyhow, the new years resolutions for 2009:
I turn 30 sodding years old this year. This is a sobering prospect. I'm fairly sure that life doesn't stop at 30 but there's a hell of a lot I wanted to do prior to that landmark date.
1) Create. Do plenty.
Number of projects on the go;
Book.
Still writing novel. Some frigwich stole my mostly empty mostly bag from the equipment trench down the side of the stage at the last High Comms show whilst I minced around making the royal tit of myself. In that bag resided: Keys and novelty key bottle opener, a chap-stick (to remind of of that time I kissed a girl), a Vegas souvenir Elvis plectrum tin, a couple of lesson plans, a diary full of scribbles and a memory stick with tonnes of my writing on it on. No doubt when I'm a literary great and living somewhere in Morrocco, refusing to wash after shooting my wife in the head and diddling typewriters, this manuscript will surface again. Until then it is probably at the bottom of the canal.
Stickers and badges.
I am going to find a place for Illustrator rendered versions of my obsessive, frequently directionless scribbles. I'm planning on sorting a run out mid February to be ready for some exhibitions that should be happening in March. Should have a run of waterproof Vinyl stickers aimed at the sponger market present and correct for the summer season.
Travels
I will reach the Pacific Ocean. I've been thwarted so far.
Japan at Easter (aslong as I'm still working) is the first plan. One place I promsised I'd get to by 30. To do this, I'm going to have to live off cous-cous until whenever the Vatican decide to plonk Easter this year. I'm plotting some manner of conservation work for the summer with sights on somewhere in central / south America that lets me frolic about in the sea and finally get my advanced PADI.
Music:
Taken a back seat for a while. The high Comms are ridiculously hit and miss. I've done roughly 3 1/2 albums over the years- none of which I particularly rate, but love never-the-less. If I can slow down the fabric of space-time and find a coulpe of extra of hours in the day, I really want to record an album which I'm proud of, be this with The Comms, on my own, or bizzarely enough with Nate from the Magnificats and a gospel choir. That could have been the drink talking. I seem to envisage a new project everytime I hit the concorde. There shall be song. I might even attempt to reform The Klopeks as certain pagan celebrations just feel a little empty without them.
Dull stuff:
Continue with my post grad. It's fairly dull and seems to sap plenty of my "leisure" time (not to mention my soul).
Keep the house tidy.
Get some pictures framed.
Quit smoking- I only took it up for December anyway. Dirty habit. Doing fine so far.
Not learning to drive.
Might get a vespa. Been saying that since I was 18.
Might get a tattoo. Likewise.
Grow my luxurious mane back. Genetically I can't keep it for that long anyway.
Icthyosaur:
I will find a fossil Icthyosaur. I will please that inner 8 year old. I'm getting closer. I have two vertebrae so far. The mantle piece is crying out for the carcass of a dead marine reptile.
Stuff I am looking forward to:
Hadron Super Collider- the black holes and future people it shall bring
The Specials reunion!
Terminator 4.
The Ashes
peace on Earth.
Anyway, I will endeavour to update this rambling weekishly, or whenever I find myself sat infront of repeats on the television.
Adios. I'm going to sit wide awake in bed until 5 in the morning.
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