Category: New Year’s Day

Welcome to the Future

As a young kid watching Back To The Future Part II at the UCI Wycombe Six with my family back in late 1989, the concept of 2015, seemed so far in the distance. When we are younger, are understanding of time has not quite fully developed and years and decades are difficult to comprehend. (Mainly from the fact we have experienced very few). I believe it is not until we are 13 (or 16) when we start earning that we appreciate that a certain amount of time and effort equates to a lump of sum of money landing in your bank account.

Happy New Year to one and all! Welcome to 2015. The year that promised us so much! Who knows what the future holds, but I intend to buckle up and enjoy the ride. Plenty to get done in the next three hundred and sixty four days, most of which will be documented here, along side micro blogging on Twitter, photographs on FlickR, the odd arty image uploaded and filtered on Instagram, plus anything worthy liked over on Tumblr. (I rarely post any original content on the Tumblr platform as I am far too old to be doing such things! I tend to just repost things I like but any suggestions on good sites to follow please get in touch) I have also recently joined Pinterest but not really made use of the social network just yet. I will keep you posted.

Best Wishes for the year ahead, I plan to make much more use of the blog this year, particularly with so many events in the planning already. Including tour of Emirates Stadium, weekend in Bucharest, stag weekend in Frankfurt to name just a few.

Thursday 1st January 2009

So how did 2009 start for you? Did you head off to bed at 1am with your pipe and slippers? Well if you are living life in the slow lane these days, the rest of this post is not for you. I pick up the story, a few minutes into this new year. Pav said we would stick around for an hour or so before heading over to Plug n Play. He played a few songs on the decks at York Road as a warm up before Poole wanted to have another go. We left around 1am, but said we would pop back when the club closed.

I did not realise how close Plug n Play was to Foxy’s house. It was difficult to judge because the club is in the middle of an industrial park. York Road is quite a long residential street in a residential area, but you walk up the road, take a left and then a right and the houses disappear and are replaced by big industrial units. In the end we did not need directions from Poole, we just followed the other people heading in that direction. In fact someone that was speaking to Emily as we walked down (she was a few yards behind us) actually knew Pav and had been looking after the night the last time Pav played there over five years ago.

We got to the entrance and I had to check my name off and show my e-ticket to be give. I was also given a ‘Love’ stamp so I could come and go as I pleased over the night. In the end, I did not leave the premises until the place closed at 4am. It was around 1.30am by the time we got there and Sam was on the decks. I prefered her set but was looking forward to Tina Martin who was playing just before Pav! Her set was not as good as the launch night but still was good enough to dance to. Then at the stroke of 3am, Pav came on and the dancefloor was packed. However, as I was dancing with Emily I noticed she did not look too bright. She was drifting and after I asked she was okay, she said she was heading over to Foxy’s. She told Pav and Melanie and disappeared into the early hours of the first morning of 2009. It had not got to 3.30am yet.

Something stranged happened at the half way point, a big crowd of people just disappeared. It was like an instant change, on minute there were loads of people on the dancefloor, then next there were mostly gone. I kept up the stamina from somewhere and was there dancing at the infront of the DJ booth with Mel. I could not believe I lasted up until 4am. However way before the closing time of the set, the main lights came on outside, which ruined the atmosphere rather a great deal. However, Pav being the professional that he is, kept the show on the road for as long as he could. The licence has a strict closing time of 4am. So the manager came over twice to tell Pav to cut the music. He explained that this was the last song and it had a few more minutes to run. He ended on the chill out classic – Cafe Del Mar by Energy 52, the Out Of Office Remix with a running time of 7:42. And so the show was over, we headed back to the house to find the party was well and truly over.

Everyone was in the lounge watching The Office: An American Workplace on ITV2. Alan and Ben were asleep but looked rather uncomfortable on the chairs. Meanwhile, Foxy, Geoff and the others were all on the lounge with Mel lying on Foxy (she had left the club a few mintues before me, while I had waited for Pav). Foxy then trolled through the hard drive of the Sky+ box and decided to watch The Mighty Boosh. This lasted a few minutes before The Office came back on. Meanwhile, Emily had crashed out on Foxy’s bed upstairs and the t_dogg was now in the need of sleep, so requested Pav remove her from his sleeping quarters. This was much easier said than done. Pav ordered a taxi while we got together and Emily finally came downstairs. I remember checking the time on the Sky EPG as I left (they were still channel hopping and deciding what to watch). It was 4:25am, I was actually not that tired, not hungry and actually up for a bit more of a party. We got back to Pav’s place around 4:45am and I had to sent a tweet from my phone while Pav auto-inflated the airbed. I was in the basement lair for the first time. It was tempting to jump on the computer and update both my Facebook and Twitter statuses. Mel was sleeping in the spare room, which I would normally take. It was coming up to 5am as I finally fell to sleep. Oh what a night!

Late that morning I got up at 11am on the dot. I found myself half sunk in the mattress as it had deinflated during the night. Thankfully not fully, so I was not asleep on a sheet on the floor. It was a strange experience though, having to crawl out to grab my mobile, switch it on and then fall back into the airbed. I eventually got up, packed it away, got ready and then started on something very important. I had to start writing the blog notes. I took a seat on the comfy chair, grabbed some blank sheets of A4. There was an open pad on the decks, I am sure Pav does not mind. I then had a little stool to lean on as I made my notes. These notes had to capture, not just the events of New Year’s Eve but also the big gap between Christmas. Before now, my blog had not been updated since Christmas Eve. I had a lot to write about. I began by writing actual sentences (which would appear on the blog) but as I got to the fourth side, I had to switch to note form, just as time was running out. Melanie left and wished me well for my ski holiday around 11.45am and then Pav came down to cook some breakfast. Meanwhile I sat on the dining table and completed my notes. After breakfast we went downstairs to the basement and Pav burnt me a DVD with goodies. The first two series of the IT Crowd plus American Dad. We then headed to town to see The Spirit at the Vue. Poole had been ill since she got up and was in a bad way. She even remarked to me, “Why aren’t you ill Teg?” Because I controlled myself love! Her final words to me were, “Enjoy your rubbish movie!”.

Yes, it was a bit cheesy but enjoyable and entertaining. Not as good as Sin City but with Eva Mendes and Samuel L. Jackson, it had enough to keep me going. It was shot similar to Sin City but was noway near as gruesome. The character was great and reminded me of The Shadow a little. I feel the story could be have been better but perhaps it was about establishing the character rather than anything else.

It was 5pm by the time I got home and I came to the realisation that tomorrow I was back at work. Just a shame I had no hot water.

Wednesday 31st December 2008

What have I been up to during the Twixmas period? The strange seven days between Christmas and New Year, well I did not think I had done that much but when you put it down on paper (I scribbled down four sides of A4 notes this morning while Pav cooked breakfast). So I have decided to start from Boxing Day up to the end of the vintage year 2008.

Boxing Day as you may already know is my sister Julie’s birthday but we decided to head to my flat in Newbury during the day. The main purpose of the visit was to construct the Malm chest of drawers from Ikea which I got for Christmas. The second reason was to check if the immersion tank had been replaced. The old one had been removed but the new replacement was left standing in the hallway (what little hallway I have in my flat). Construction took a while, even with four people and in theory eight pairs of hands (Dipesh, Natalie, Samantha plus yours truly). We arrived in Newbury around 2pm, and had to leave around 4pm so I could get back in time for the football. In the end it was a bit of a rush, everyone went to the car, as I packed things up. I was going to have to come back a little later than I had originally planned but at least some of my clothes were in place and I could stop living out of a bag as I have been over the past few months, with constant trips back home. During the drive home the realisation hit me that one week from now I would be back at work. (Ironically I now type that thought bubble onto my blog the day before it becomes a reality). We ordered pizza takeaway on the drive back and collected from the White Hart Street restaurant. Back at home it was birthday cake cutting, pizza and then football. We arrived just in time as the teams came out at Villa Park. The less said about Arsenal the better.

We move onto Saturday 27th December, not sure how it felt for you but it felt anything but a Saturday. In fact it felt more like a Sunday for some strange reason. I got up late but helped my Mum with the laundry, going over to the launderette in Flackwell Heath. We dropped the laundry into the machines, it was not actually clothes, just a few duvets, pillows and blankets. No service washes here like in Albert Square, Walford. Quickly we went into town, it was 12:30pm and the machines had an hour to run. We got back at 13:40 and it was time to use the industrial size dryers. In the afternoon my cousins arrived and much of the weekend was spent with them.

Sunday (28th) was Sazzle’s birthday and I had been invited around to her house for a curry. I could not go because I had a bad sore throat, which had started on Boxing Day. Although the sore throat has gone, I am still fighting the chesty cough. The highlight of the day was watching The 39 Steps on BBC1 in the evening. Although not perfectly true to the book it was an entertaining watch. As a consequence, there was a scheduling clash, so I missed Top Gear: Vietnam Special but caught it on BBC iPlayer last night (30th).

In terms of movies, had a poor showing on television (most of which I had already seen) but those I chose to watch myself. Firstly there was Bangkok Dangerous, which I thought would be good as it starred Cage and I admire him greatly as an actor. Overall after a very good start, I was disappointed with the poor story and the lack of development in the character. I think they went for the American Beauty shock factor at the end (which you can almost pick up from the opening monologue) but instead got a bit of a whimper. The ending itself seems to be the easy way out, to not have to explain everything. I did not realise it was a remake until I read the up the film entry on Wikipedia and IMDB. However, I must confess that I had actually confused this movie with another. They had come out at a similar time here in the UK, so both trailers were shown almost together and were very similar. That other movie was Babylon AD and released a week before. Up and coming action star Vin Diesel stars here but once again a disappointing story but some good, if now average action sequences. Even Michelle Yeoh cannot save the day with a bit part and limited screen time next to Diesel. The idea was good and the vision of a future world where soft drinks manufacturers sponsor (or own airlines) was well worth exploring, it is used as an elaborate backdrop. In fact, I found many similarities with the Ultraviolet which I saw a few months back. There was a lot of potential there but I was really disappointed with the climax and ending. It could have been so much better.

On Christmas Eve I had watched Eagle Eye. I had seen the trailers at the cinema earlier in the year and it had looked very good but for some reason I had not gone to see it at Vue. Probably because I did not know much about it, not much is explained in the trailer. It was good fun and I enjoyed some of the twists at the end, but the main action sequences were completely crazy. In the end, I am glad I did not go to the cinema to watch the movie. It was good but not worth seeing on the big screen, particularly with the cast being relatively new. It was the best movie I watched over the Christmas period. I also watched Superman Returns on BBC1 on 29th but was on the laptop midway through so it had only part of my concentration. I spent the night on the sofa, which was very uncomfortable. However, the radio kept me company, the over camp Bill Buckley on LBC 97.3. Bill was inviting listeners to call in with suggestions for the period between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. He compiled a list, most of which I have forgotten now but the winning entry was S’nowman’s Land.

Yesterday, Tuesday 30th was my planned departure from High Wycombe back to Newbury. This would give me a day to myself before New Year’s Eve. However there was a possibility I would still be without hot water. There was a change of plan, my Mum suggested we drive over with all my stuff and check the flat out, show my cousins around and then head back home. I could then return the day after with a light load (if any) today. With hindsight, this worked out well. When I got to the flat today, the plumber, was close to finishing , so I unpacked a few things and headed to the gym.

It was quite a wakeup call going back to the gym for the first time in fourteen days. My last visit had been on Thursday 18th December, but my last weights training session had been the day before. The gym was busy with a few new faces but I expect many more to appear in the next month. After my workout I booked my review with Adam for 12:30pm on Sunday, I then headed to Sainsbury’s.

This was a bad call, the supermarket was mobbed. It was about 13:30 and it took me fifteen minutes to find a parking space when it usually takes me no time at all. I then had to deal with the crowds inside. However, I then opted to go up the road to Tesco Extra store. I love retail parks and this was my first visit to my local retail park (even though I stuck to the supermarket side). I always have loved retail parks, even before the Fosse Park days back in Leicester circa September 2000. Again another mobbed supermarket but I did not mind parking right at the back of the car park and walking in. It does not take that long. I had to pick up a few things for NYE house party at York Road, Caversham. Then I went back to my flat. It was for the first time of the day I could sit down and relax, even if only for a little while.

My priority was to get my Squeezebox Boom connected to my wireless network. While speaking to an ex-colleague and friend on MSN the other day, I had asked for suggestions for naming convention for my network. He instantly responded with the suggestion of planets from Star Wars. This could work, I thought, I could name my wireless network Death Star and the pieces of kit, Naboo, Tatooine etc. The more I thought about it, the more it became the ideal plan. I made the change to the router (wireless had been deactivated the moment I got the device as there was no need for it). However it did not work, my Squeezebox Boom would not connect for some reason, even with no security. I gave up, went into the lounge, had some somasas and onion bhajis my Mum had made earlier, put on the portable heater because it was so cold. In the end I opted to take the Boom and connect it via ethernet connection to my router, just to have some background music. I then went to my room and began unpacking my clothes, some of which had been left the day before. I also got my bag ready for the night and everything together, including my e-ticket for Raw Filth. With everything ready, I thought I would give the Boom one more try and sure enough it worked. Fantastic! I even sent a triumphant tweet at 4:15pm, it was an hour and fifteen minutes before I would leave Newbury for Reading.

It is at this point my notes change from coherent sentences to notes of a few words. It is going to be difficult to remember what else I should include but I will try my best. Actually perhaps I can save the story of the night for another post. Or maybe I will come back and add the rest later over the weekend. The main thing is that I have spent a good few hours writing this post and need some rest.

I left Newbury at 5.30pm and got to Pav’s just after 6pm. It was the last night of 2008 and I was about to have my last supper. Pav had to burn his mix CD, having lost his Tunes #19 album, he burnt this and the tracklisting. Although the PlextorTools was not working correctly to read the CD-Text from the audio CD so therefore he had to type in the tracks manually (with the track lengths). Then it was cooking time, Pav got the wok out and prepared a fabulous stirfry for fajitas. Melanie arrived, in her shining silver MG TF, very much a car for her. She parked up behind my car, so I had to go out and move it slightly forward. It was save parked opposite Pav & Emily’s as it was a holiday period. Although I was worried that I would return to my car and find the chain up or worse a clamp on the wheel. I put the thought to the back of my mind and began to look forward to the night. After dinner we got ready and headed over to York Road via taxi.

We arrived and eventually the door was opened by a t_dogg in a flowery bright pink and purple shirt. We went through to the dining room, where the table had been moved to one side and the decks had been placed on a cabinent on the side by the big wall mirror. However, they were playing a Guns amp; Roses album, because none of the current guests were big dance music fans. This soon changed, as Emily got on the decks. Two vinyl turntables but only one CD deck. Not good Mr. Fox, not good at all. He owns a varied music collection of some commericial material with some more heavy pieces to the right shelf. After Emily, it was a case of the flood gates opened everyone wanted a go on the turntables and it was down to the host with the most to give the guidance. The great moment was when Alan was on the decks and with the headphones on was too engrossed in the track to mix in that he did not notice the playing track finish to complete silence. He finally got it when we all burst out laughing at him.

The highlight of the evening, prior to the tolling of midnight was me losing my virginity. My Wii virginity. I have never played the console before but finally got a chance tonight. It was setup in the lounge, connected to a large 32 inch LG HD screen.Wii Sports was loaded and I first played Bowling, then later double tennis. Now there are two reasons why I no longer play computer games (on any platform). Firstly I just do not have the time, secondly I am just rubbish at them. I am glad that I stopped my addiction to Championship Manager in the mid to late 1990s. However, like I was not a Phyiscal Education fan back at secondary school, I now find myself a gym addict. Could it be a case of being a computer gaming failure, only to turn into a semi-pro gamer when I turn thirty two. My return to the games arena was poor, actually worse than poor. I could not get the hang of the controller for Tennis but for Bowling, I honed my technique thanks to some coaching from Emily. “Just play as bad as you can!” It did work but I improved my technique further when playing against Div and Nige. Nige had the special backdrift move to get strikes and I got it to work, just the once. Twist the controller gives it a little backdrift. I would rather not mention the tennis match at all. A doubles game with Foxy’s housemate Ben (my partner) and two other friends (I did not catch their names). My character was Grace, and during the first match, I did not hit the ball at all. Ben hit my returns as he was serving. When I got a chance to serve, I only return two or three balls (to big cheers) before crashing out. If you had seen my long-haired glasses wearing female character swing at thin air, you would have been on the floor with laughter. I gave up and did not go on the console again.

Some time around 11pm we were treated to the live entertainment. The performers? Well the local house band, made up of Geoff, Thomas (t_dogg) and his brother Matt. Plus also Pav and Nige (for good measure) just to try out their skills. What am I talking about? I am talking about Guitar Hero World Tour on the PS3. Foxy was a legend along with Matt on the guitar and Geoff put in a stirling performance on the drums. Pav had a go and enjoyed it but Nige opted for the beginner mode which meant he could hit any drum or symbol rather than using the colour coded tabs on screen. A cop-out if I must say so myself, although I thought about having a go I thought against it, plus it was getting close to the witching hour. Pav started to give me updates and before I knew it, there were less than ten minutes left of 2008.

I got the champagne ready and got the party poppers. My Dad had left me a bag at home which I had brought with me. I handed a few out, the TV had been switched over to BBC1 (Freeview, because we could not work out how to put the Sky on) and watched the count down in London. I remember 29 being displayed on the side of a building in bright white digits, the count down continued. I was in the hallway by the stairs. Not the most convenient place to be for the start of 2009 but the lounge was packed and did not have much space with all the Guitar Hero kit all over the place. Then the bell struck midnight. 2008 disappeared and 2009 had begun. Once again I felt a sense opportunity for the year ahead.

Tuesday 1st January 2008

With a new year, comes great promise. Quite a substantial amount of work too, behind the scenes here at T3G:2 to reorganise the archives. I thought I would make use of this time to give the pages a little clear up with some more suitable renaming. It had to be done, updates from 2004, does not sound like an ‘update’ post if it took place over four years ago. However, considering I am into my sixth year of blogging I am seriously considering a move away from HTML hard coding to a database solution. The only problem is making sure I can somehow ‘import’ my current blog into a database. Something worth investigating in greater detail later in the year.

This was the first time since 2004 that I spent NYE at home. My friends had made plans for a house party over in Reading but due to circumstances beyond our control, these plans fell through late last week. The other option was to go out clubbing in Reading itself. Mango had tickets for their party at £15, which while expensive, I did not mind going if my friends were going to make the effort also. In the end, no text or phone call came, so apart from a brief glimpse around 6pm, of heading into London with my cousin-in-law and the guests we had around, I resolved myself to the fact that I would be spending the night in. It was not too bad, watching coverage of the fireworks in London. A better view from my sofa than Diamond Geezer. Perhaps I should rethink my plans of being in the capital on Wednesday 31st December 2008.

When I first began drafting this post around 2am, I was badly struggling for topics for discussion. Right now, at 6pm, I am overflowing with ideas and wondering if I will fit them all in and keep my faithful readers interested. Well I will ponder on but I apologise in advance if I lose you. Back in February 2004 I wrote a long posting about various musings on my mind at the time but the penultimate paragraph is where I want to focus on today. To cut an extremely long story short, I obtained the song, Sitam by Amar by requesting my friend DJ Kim Boss at radio station Yaar (before the major cull) to play the song and I recorded on my PC. The result was a poor quality recording on par with AM radio but it was better than nothing. Then on Friday 23rd March last year, disaster struck. My secondary hard drive failed, and I lost all my mp3s and video recordings. I was gutted and even several attempts at recovery failed, so I had to admit defeat. Completely format the drive and start again, reverting to my mp3 backup from 2003. However, I did not give up hope on one day finding the CD or perhaps being able to download the mp3 from somewhere, somehow.

For some strange reason early last month I was curious and started searching for the song on YouTube. It was then I stumbled upon this video. The video was not really that important, it was the comment from MrClamSmaka. I e-mailed him, wondering if he had been able to get hold of the song on 5th December but he did not get back to me until Sunday. Anthony had been hunting down the song for years and actually found it on CD. However, like me he had had a computer crash and lost all his data. Thankfully he had made a backup to CD and once he found the file would send it to me. Like clockwork this morning I received the mp3 file in crystal 192kbps quality. Woo hoo! The search, which had began with the film Bend It Like Beckham in 2002 comes to some closure finally now some six years later. Ironically I have also been blogging for that long.

Before I get carried away with plans for this year, I thought I would quickly cover the highlights of 2007. Looking back I have to pinch myself on all the amazing things I did. The highlight would have to be meeting the Ama sisters. Yet, there was so much more. Being at all the big main events at Wembley. The Community Day, the Under 21 match against Italy (cracking 3-3 draw), the return of Becks to the international fold against Brazil and then a month later Concert for Diana with my sisters. My first ever camping experience, a weekend in Cornwall, Global Gathering music festival. My friend Sachin got married and there was the reunion with my old friends from middle school, most of whom I had not seen in nearly fourteen years. All against a backdrop of some fabulous songs and music videos. I was going through my Zen last night and watching all the brilliant songs from the year.

I am sure the more observant among you will have noticed. I updated my Yahoo! avatar the other day to reflect my planned holiday. I better start packing getting all my bits together. Finding a few spare minutes to watch my Go Ski DVD would be a good idea as well.

Monday 1st January 2007

It is 02.37am, as the first few precious hours of 2007 come and go. I should not really be on my computer but for some reason I am. Anyway, housekeeping down, 2006 archives updated.

West Side Story was being shown on Sky Cinema this afternoon at 3.20pm. There was a minor “temporary fault” so the titles did not play. Never mind, that was not a major issue for me. I had seen the opening twenty minutes before, on TCM, back in May 2005. I was about to do the same thing this afternoon. Why? Well I suppose I need to explain the story in full (and perhaps even upload a video to You Tube if there is not one already available.). There is no video there so perhaps I will have to upload my poor copy at some point. The BBC used an instrumental version of “America” from the musical as their score for the World Cup in 1994. For many years I wondered where the theme tune was from and it is perhaps only in the past seven or so I discovered the film. But it was not until two years that I actually saw it on television, even though by then I had the mp3 for some time. A fantastic song, but perhaps one day I should actually sit down and watch the movie in full.

This links me cleverly into my next item. I do not come from a football family, I discovered football at quite a late age and actually gained an interest through a different avenue from many other kids. My friends taught me the game at school and we played but I had little interest in the game as it was played every Saturday at 3pm. It was, however the 1994 World Cup, or referred to more commonly as US ’94. My Uncle watched the games and this was perhaps my first interest in the game began. Then I bought Championship Manager for the PC. I was hooked over night. My football education had began. Fast forward over a decade and as an Arsenal fan I have been listening to the Arse Cast pod casts from Arse Blogger. The are sponsored by Classic Football Shirts and I headed over and wondered if they had a US 94 home strip, famously called the ‘Stars & Stripes’ was available. It was not, so I e-mailed them and got a response from Matt. The search was on. Now, I know what you are thinking, why the hell would I be interested in a football shirt for a country that deems the sport as “soccer” and secondly why would I want a used second hand shirt over twelve years old. The shirt is not to be worn. I have the strong believe that you should only wear the shirt of your country of your birth. Therefore I will only ever where an England shirt. The US shirt is a souvenir, a memory, a reminder that my love for football started when the US team qualified for the second round and played Brazil on 4th July 1994. I am not sure if I will get the shirt framed or yet not. I think once I get the Alexi Lalas to sign it, I will definitely have it framed. In any case I, they found me a shirt in great condition and held it for me as I wanted to receive it in time for Christmas.

US Staradidas

Watched the final part of the The Fast & Furious Trilogy with Tokyo Drift. Having now seen all three movies, almost effectively back to back I can judge the whole franchise. First, let me focus on this, the most recent movie. The story was slightly far fetched, more so than the first two and in the end there is no real sense of justice. Although it does wrap up the three movies together nicely. I enjoyed it, it was aesthetically very pleasing to watch. The whole concepting of ‘drifting’ was both a joy to watch and understand. The magical movie moment, when you are lost as the car slowly drifts across the tarmac, was Although when the movie was released in cinemas last year, Daniel told me to catch the movie Initial D which is in his opinion much better, and the basis for this movie. I will try and catch that if I can. (I doubt I will be attempting such maneuvers on the hilly inclines, just across into the Berkshire border.) The story aside, which is relatively week, the cast are all quite fresh, including an appearance from Bow Wow (formerly the artist known as Lil’ Bow Wow). Then there is, Nathalie Kelley, to paraphrase a line from the The Phantom Menace, “We shall watch over her career very closely”.

Saturday 1st January 2005

It appears that I, like many others of you celebrated the arrival of the new year, a second late. Thanks once again to Diamond Geezer for carrying out full in depth research on the fact that new technology takes longer to process than the good old fashion antiques from the last century. Further investigation shows the other holes in the broadcasting technology.

For many of us, this is a new start, a fresh year with a clean slate. Yet, the somber start to 2005 with our thoughts far from home. With the death toll climbing to unprecedented levels. With an opportunity for us all to make a difference. Keeping up with the latest on events has meant switching from the conventional resource to the more personal power of community. The web becoming an easily accessible international rescue. The angel of deliverance brings home to many families, friends across the globe with detailed entry on Wikipedia. This is one of those world events that will live long in the memory of those that it affected most, but will become my JFK moment. Impossible comparison, I agree but the magnitude of the events is equal, to a certain extend. Just like the passing of a member of the royal family or head of state. A charity record looks to be on the drawing board hoping to raise some £2 million.

It is difficult to connect with the suffering of so many. The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic. That saying may well have rung true many years ago but in the age of blanket media coverage, we find ourselves, sharing in the grief, if not agreeing with the portrayal.

Thursday 1st January 2004

So a new year is upon us. What will 2004 bring? What did I achieve in 2003? Looking back it was very much a ‘filler’ year. There was the transition between placement back to University which went quite smoothly in the end. Apart from that what did I achieve? What did I gain? Tackling these questions now, seems a struggle because I don’t feel a sense of overwhelming contentment with the past 12 months. If ‘Hindsight is an exact science’, I lack the scientific knowledge to look back after the events and take comfort or hatred from the various episodes, strange how that may seem.

Most people’s dreams are pure fantasy. A creation of their vivid imagination of a unconscious mind. However for me in recent nights, my dreams have been closer to reality than ever. Speeding tickets, being transported to the 80s and watching my life, like a late Sunday afternoon television repeat before my eyes. I have no explanation for why I have been having such dreams that border on the sense of my own personal reality. I tend to be one of those people whom forgets the entire contexts of the dream as soon as I am wake and in the real world. I remember hearing from certain specialists in this field that our dreams are based on events that have occurred during the day, and the way in which our brain tries to deal with all the subconscious messages received during the course of the day. However, my days have been far from hectic, interesting or varied. I will of course keep you posted on events, as they unfold.

New Year’s Eve must be one of the most overrated nights of the year. For the second consecutive year, I was at home with my family. Watching the new year
unfold on live television. I want to make a promise to myself. Not a resolution. I want to see the New Year arrive on different countries but ultimately in the big capitals across the globe: New Year, Los Angeles, Sydney, Hong Kong, Paris, Berlin. My dream would be see the new year in on every continent. I will. I will do this.

So a year has almost past since that SMS. How do I feel? Not quite sure to be honest. Better? Worse? Difficult to judge. I have moved on in leaps and bounds. The message will be deleted at midnight tonight. Then it will be nothing more than a brief memory. I know at the time, I said to myself, looking forward at
how I would feel a year on. It will be a final closure to delete the message. However, I don’t feel better, because nothing significant has happened to my life in the past 12 months. Nothing which shows any sense of achievement or success. I just hope the next 12 months is full of success and ultimately happiness for me. I know the route of my unhappiness. That the one single event of August 2002, has left me very lonely in the world. Lonely to the extent that most of my school friends do not want to know me anymore and finding new friends is a difficult task. I really want to throw myself into something because the holidays are not providing me with anything but boredom.

I want to wish every visitor to my site all the best for the New Year. Let us make 2004 a year to remember!

Wednesday 1st January 2003

I would like to wish all visitors to my site, both old and new, best wishes and great success for the coming new year.

So, looking back at 2002, and looking forward with great optimism to 2003. The previous year, has been fantastic. At the end of 2001, which had been quite a bad year, I looked forward to 2002, with a great sense of hope, shared with many of my friends. As usual, my ‘significant’ blueprints for the coming months, fell by the wayside. That is not to mean, that the year didn’t pan out a success. To the contrary, it surpassed all expectations and I find myself, unable to comprehend at times, my luck and how I have been able to bring success from my circumstances. But we must remember, that Success is a journey… not a destination.

Timing, is everything, especially in music. On Tuesday 31st December, I woke up, early (for a change) to go shopping. It was 8.53am. While having my breakfast, I skipped across the various music channels on digital satellite. I switched to VH1 Classics, and heard a over familiar song intro. This took me back to Thursday 28th November (see Saturday 30th November update) Indeed, it was Kirsty MacColl, with “A New England”. For the first time, I was actually able to pay close attention to both the video and song lyrics, which by now I knew fluently. Then, from the Number 7 track, from 1985, we fast forwarded 11 years, to 1996 and my favourite Robbie Williams song, “Old Before I Die”. For my Robbie Williams’, all time top ten, check my Top Ten page.

With regards to site updates, photographs and links pages have new additions. Plus, I will be going over all pages, to ensure that they are all up-to-date. Plus, a new page discussing the Music of today.

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