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Well first of all, merry christmas and a happy new year to you all.
I don't know about you guys, but I fucking love christmas. I get on pretty well with my family, and most of my extended family, so christmas day and boxing are usually a fabulous time with much frivolity and drunkenness (and this year was no exception).
I may not have blogged today, but for two reasons: Firstly, I'm quite drunk and a little tired of shitty telly. Secondly, Ben was telling me the other night that I hadn't blogged in a while. I disagreed, but having looked at my previous posts, it has been over a month. So, for that and that alone, I am truly sorry.
I know that there are many of you (almost two) who depend on my blog for a regular update on how my life is going and how I am feeling about the whole situation. To that end, how am I feeling during this festive season? Well, the answer to that is that it's been a bit of a mixed bag: for the most part I have felt brilliant and have had a great time with my family. However, there have been moments of quiet reflection when I've thought about friends who have had a hard year and those who have lost people. One of my friends having lost their mother, another having lost her daughter, both quite recently. This is obviously a sobering thought and if those friends are reading this, then my thoughts and love are with you both. Perhaps selfishly however, this has lead me to think of my grandad (the only close relative I've lost) which has resulted in both laughter and sadness. It's strange how remembering someone we've lost can bring such a mixed bag of emotions, from laughing about their antics while they were still with us, to crying over the fact that they no longer are.
Anyway, this blog has become a little too deep and emotional for my tastes, and as I'm sure those who know me well will be fully aware, I am rubbish at emotional stuff. They will also be aware that around this time of year (and especially in the coming few days) I will be beginning my seemingly annual lament on the continuation of my apparent inability to find myself a woman with whom I can share my life, and the reasons behind this: my weight, the amount of time i spend away from home, my complete emotional paralysis, or perhaps just the fact that I'm a cunt? Who knows. It's one of lifes great riddles.
So, with that, I shall leave you all to continue your festive frivolity. I wish you all a happy and prosperous new year.
I don't know about you guys, but I fucking love christmas. I get on pretty well with my family, and most of my extended family, so christmas day and boxing are usually a fabulous time with much frivolity and drunkenness (and this year was no exception).
I may not have blogged today, but for two reasons: Firstly, I'm quite drunk and a little tired of shitty telly. Secondly, Ben was telling me the other night that I hadn't blogged in a while. I disagreed, but having looked at my previous posts, it has been over a month. So, for that and that alone, I am truly sorry.
I know that there are many of you (almost two) who depend on my blog for a regular update on how my life is going and how I am feeling about the whole situation. To that end, how am I feeling during this festive season? Well, the answer to that is that it's been a bit of a mixed bag: for the most part I have felt brilliant and have had a great time with my family. However, there have been moments of quiet reflection when I've thought about friends who have had a hard year and those who have lost people. One of my friends having lost their mother, another having lost her daughter, both quite recently. This is obviously a sobering thought and if those friends are reading this, then my thoughts and love are with you both. Perhaps selfishly however, this has lead me to think of my grandad (the only close relative I've lost) which has resulted in both laughter and sadness. It's strange how remembering someone we've lost can bring such a mixed bag of emotions, from laughing about their antics while they were still with us, to crying over the fact that they no longer are.
Anyway, this blog has become a little too deep and emotional for my tastes, and as I'm sure those who know me well will be fully aware, I am rubbish at emotional stuff. They will also be aware that around this time of year (and especially in the coming few days) I will be beginning my seemingly annual lament on the continuation of my apparent inability to find myself a woman with whom I can share my life, and the reasons behind this: my weight, the amount of time i spend away from home, my complete emotional paralysis, or perhaps just the fact that I'm a cunt? Who knows. It's one of lifes great riddles.
So, with that, I shall leave you all to continue your festive frivolity. I wish you all a happy and prosperous new year.
posted by mike the singist @ 9:16 pm
3 Comments:
At 3:36 pm,
mike the singist said…
fucking shitty wank-headed junk whores. i don't know how to get rid of stupid bloody junk comments like the one above, so i apologise to anyone who's seen it
At 11:09 am,
Benjamin said…
Hi Mike. Good to see you at the carols, and I'm glad your christmas was OK. Where did you get to for new years? I was slobbed on the settee with my smallest wife, watching crap telly. I'm not sure if it's because I'm too old to go out now, or if it's just that I'm mature enough to realise that new years parties are shit. It was nice and chilled out though, and meant I got to watch all of Jules Holland.
Why haven't you got a girlfriend then? You should look for someone who could pass as a blues brother, then you could take her away to gigs with you as your singing partner too. The added bonus is that if she looks like a bloke she'd probably be easy to pull!! Problem solved.
You can put a word recognition thing on to avoid the junk if it becomes a problem, I don't get many though so personally wouldn't bother.
Ben
At 1:16 pm,
mike the singist said…
Thanks for all those useful tips, especially with regard to the girlfriend. I'll be sure to look out for a heavy-set girl with sideburns and a deep voice!
New Years Eve was spent playing a gig in deepest darkest Norfolk. I can't say I really missed it to be honest. Midnight came and went and I didn't really bat an eyelid about it. Christmas Eve is almost always a much better night, as was proved again this year. Thanks again for inviting us all back to be noisy and obnoxious at your house.
Hope to see you soon as I don't have many gigs in January, so should be out & about at some point.
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