Wednesday, December 31, 2003
So the last day of the year and goodbye to 2003. I remember being in this place before. While others usually look back at the trials and tribulations of the world over the past 12 months I'm usually assessing the merits of the last Oasis release, the contenders for the gig of the year and bemoaning the fact that Woody Allen once again failed to find a European Distributor. And then there's hope. Hope that things will change. Hope that you'll eventually figure out what the previous years meant and what way they've constructed your move forward. As Billy Bragg would put it "We're all waiting for the great leap forward"
But with 2003 nearing an end fuck all has changed. The idiots trying to "make the world a safer place" have only succeeded in breathing mis-trust, creating wave upon wave of anger and issuing fear worldwide. I still am unsure about my road. 2004 is filled with anxiety for me. I feel death coming on. Like someone close is going to go. Can't shake it. Though hope has come in the form of a project i intend to undertake and wish to research over the coming years. An extraordinary tale of Irelands past. All the more extraordinary because its true and extends to other bizarre and often funny tales. It'll take mountains of research but I'm excited. 2004 is also my year to finally finish my student days and bloom into adulthood. To work, play, build,settle, move. It's daunting in ways that I'm unsure if I'm ready to take that path. I guess though the trick is to do it and to do it yourway.
So tonight. New years Eve. That perennial let down. Most of the pubs are charging a tenner in and opening till 3. Theres a Moulin Rouge party down the road which promises lots of that green mindfuck of a drink. Mostly though I'll end up collecting Orlagh from work at 4, goin for drinks, buying food, watching TV, getting drunk and sleeping. I think It'll beat the 3 minute, 3 fuckin minutes!!!!, firework display in town. No alcohol allowed!! You can't say that Ken Livingstone has neglected giving Londoners one last fuck up the ass.
On that note Happy New Year to you and yours.
We'll meet on the otherside
All the best,
Steve
But with 2003 nearing an end fuck all has changed. The idiots trying to "make the world a safer place" have only succeeded in breathing mis-trust, creating wave upon wave of anger and issuing fear worldwide. I still am unsure about my road. 2004 is filled with anxiety for me. I feel death coming on. Like someone close is going to go. Can't shake it. Though hope has come in the form of a project i intend to undertake and wish to research over the coming years. An extraordinary tale of Irelands past. All the more extraordinary because its true and extends to other bizarre and often funny tales. It'll take mountains of research but I'm excited. 2004 is also my year to finally finish my student days and bloom into adulthood. To work, play, build,settle, move. It's daunting in ways that I'm unsure if I'm ready to take that path. I guess though the trick is to do it and to do it yourway.
So tonight. New years Eve. That perennial let down. Most of the pubs are charging a tenner in and opening till 3. Theres a Moulin Rouge party down the road which promises lots of that green mindfuck of a drink. Mostly though I'll end up collecting Orlagh from work at 4, goin for drinks, buying food, watching TV, getting drunk and sleeping. I think It'll beat the 3 minute, 3 fuckin minutes!!!!, firework display in town. No alcohol allowed!! You can't say that Ken Livingstone has neglected giving Londoners one last fuck up the ass.
On that note Happy New Year to you and yours.
We'll meet on the otherside
All the best,
Steve
