Happy New Year
According to the media, this is the time of year to make changes to your life. The newspapers are ironically bloated with ways to lose weight and undertake other activities designed to better you in a socially improved manner. Brave indeed would be the glossy magazine that proclaimed ‘fuck it, 2014 is the year when it’s OK to spend the entire day in your pyjamas - you can combine a lie-in with an early night so you only really have to rationalise the late morning early afternoon hump’ or, ‘want to de-clutter? Throw out those cook books – takeaway leaflets use up so much less space’.
Other ideas revolve around walking, cycling and fresh air. Handy if you live within walking distance of a coastal path, not so great otherwise. Often there are walking routes which culminate in a charming country pub. The reality is that for most of us our walking route is the shortest route to the nearest pub, where charm is balanced against convenience. The only time the gym is mentioned in 2014 is in the money pages, where the advice is to quit your membership as studies show that when you did go last year, you spent most of your time in the hot tub. Fatty.
Unlike a landmark birthday, which often prompts one to consider starting to do something and stopping doing other things (starting to make old man noises when rising or sitting for instance, or stopping being able to tolerate Radio 1), the New Year is a collective experience and so there is much greater support for starting juggling and stopping smoking.
Last year, I rested the blog. Not the result of a resolution or even really an active consideration. I could write that like a farmer I wanted to leave the area of my musings a fallow year to recover and come back more fertile than ever. But that’s bollocks.
Anyway, unsurprisingly, the world continued to produce events that were worthy of comment. Popes retired, former Prime Ministers and Presidents passed away and oh my suffering Christ Operation Yewtree caused the greatest amount of retrospective damage to cherished childhood memories since the release of Star Wars Episode I.
At times like this, Twitter just doesn’t cut it. The problem with tweeting is that you can’t build up a full head of steaming rant in 140 characters including spaces and grammar. If you read Twitter posts about events, it’s like watching a conversation between people learning a language at elementary level: ‘The Pope has resigned and it is a shock.’ ‘I am shocked that the Pope has resigned, this does not normally happen.’ ‘Has the Pope resigned because of Operation Yewtree? LOL.’ ‘Don’t say that about the Pope, the Pope is a great man’. ‘Now he’s not, he wears a dress.’
And so on.
So, time to blog again. About what, I have no idea, but my New Year prediction is: food, drink, social media, social irrelevances and that firm favourite - minor issues that outrage me to the point of incoherence.
Other ideas revolve around walking, cycling and fresh air. Handy if you live within walking distance of a coastal path, not so great otherwise. Often there are walking routes which culminate in a charming country pub. The reality is that for most of us our walking route is the shortest route to the nearest pub, where charm is balanced against convenience. The only time the gym is mentioned in 2014 is in the money pages, where the advice is to quit your membership as studies show that when you did go last year, you spent most of your time in the hot tub. Fatty.
Unlike a landmark birthday, which often prompts one to consider starting to do something and stopping doing other things (starting to make old man noises when rising or sitting for instance, or stopping being able to tolerate Radio 1), the New Year is a collective experience and so there is much greater support for starting juggling and stopping smoking.
Last year, I rested the blog. Not the result of a resolution or even really an active consideration. I could write that like a farmer I wanted to leave the area of my musings a fallow year to recover and come back more fertile than ever. But that’s bollocks.
Anyway, unsurprisingly, the world continued to produce events that were worthy of comment. Popes retired, former Prime Ministers and Presidents passed away and oh my suffering Christ Operation Yewtree caused the greatest amount of retrospective damage to cherished childhood memories since the release of Star Wars Episode I.
At times like this, Twitter just doesn’t cut it. The problem with tweeting is that you can’t build up a full head of steaming rant in 140 characters including spaces and grammar. If you read Twitter posts about events, it’s like watching a conversation between people learning a language at elementary level: ‘The Pope has resigned and it is a shock.’ ‘I am shocked that the Pope has resigned, this does not normally happen.’ ‘Has the Pope resigned because of Operation Yewtree? LOL.’ ‘Don’t say that about the Pope, the Pope is a great man’. ‘Now he’s not, he wears a dress.’
And so on.
So, time to blog again. About what, I have no idea, but my New Year prediction is: food, drink, social media, social irrelevances and that firm favourite - minor issues that outrage me to the point of incoherence.
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