Sorry kids, but after another couple of weeks of silence round these parts, I feel compelled to write yet another entry apologising for not writing any entries recently. I’m not sure why, actually. It’s not as if I haven’t had anything to write about, but I just don’t seem to find the time these days. Anywhere, rather than pontificate on where my life has disappeared to, here are some of the things I might have written about, if I could have been bothered.
– Lisbon: Oh, yes, we went to Lisbon a couple of weeks ago for a weekend of general drunkenness, courtesy of my new employer, and it was great. We were driven to the hotel by Lisbon’s craziest taxi driver, who managed to beat the other taxi that set off at the same time by a good five minutes (and subtly rip us off in the process–for future reference, if the driver covers the meter with a duster when you get into the cab, then he’s probably going to charge you at least twice the going rate). Following on from this great start, we completed five bloggable activities before lunchtime, which included checking into the hotel and having the concierge nod at Sally, wink at me, and say “your room, Sir, with a king size bed“. Oh, and on the Tap Air Portugal Flights they show a film about babies learning to swin. Altogether: Aaaaah.
– New Year: Doing anything for new year’s eve this year? We’re off to Estonia. Why not join us?
– Turning 27: The pain of becoming another year older (I had to change the sidebar and everything) was numbed somewhat by the impressive turnout at my birthday celebrations last Friday night (not to mention the impressive quantities of Stella pushed in my direction). Thanks for coming, everyone, and I’m sorry if I was drunk.
– Car Crash TV: Finding myself watching a lot of car crash TV recently–reality shows like How Not To Be A Property Developer (or Sarah Beeney shows how she was Right All Along) in which a young couple try to make a quick buck renovating some rundown terrace somewhere, completely misunderstand their target market, blow 30 grand on a pink kitchen and end up taking a substantial loss. Where do they get these idiots? (and why do I continue to watch?)
– (In)NaNoWriMo: Yes, I know I said I’d do this last year, and never got anywhere, but I think I actually might give it a proper stab this time. Ever since reading an article in The Guardian a couple of months ago, I’ve had an idea brewing in my head, and I think it might actually work. It’s a novel about Art, Deception, Fraud, and Home Shopping. We’ll see how it goes…
– Everton: Still Third. What’s Going On?