So here we are, just after Christmas – I hope you had a good one. It’s been a little quiet on this front; a combination of work and moving house… so boxes everywhere, lots in storage, and a date not quite set for moving into the new place at some point in early January. I do however have a few articles that I’ve written while offline which I’ll be uploading this week.
I’d just like to wish everyone that visits a very Merry Christmas, let’s hope Father Christmas brings all the things you’ve wanted.
Well it’s boxing day, 2006 – and that’s Christmas out of the way, I do hope you all had, as they say, a good one. Things weren’t all too shabby at my end, spending the day itself in the company of my other half with no interuptions of having to run off to family. Not that I’m saying that seeing family isn’t enjoyable; but not seeing any of them has made a pleasant change this year.
I must enthuse about my favourite present, Nigel Slater’s Kitchen Diary – which I’ve pretty much consumed cover to cover already, it’s full of wonderful recipes and has really rather inspired me to push myself further away from the consumerism of the supermarkets and to make even more of the wonderful deli’s, markets and independent retailers that we’re so lucky to have on our doorstep here in Notting Hill.
Went to see The Queen this evening, not her Royal Highness, but Helen Mirran – doing what has to be said is a wonderful and rather uncanny impression of her, I know I’m rather slow in seeing this movie, which seems to have been out for ages, but I missed it when it showed here, but The Gate had it on again so we decided that it was a much better idea to wander to the cinema than to absorb the crap on boxing day television, I say this with the exception of the unexpectedly funny Freaky Friday which was on earlier and the long awaited comeback of Challenge Anneka.
Not officially back to work until after the new year, but I can see tomorrow not being a day entirely of rest, which is a shame as I had hoped to take the whole fortnight off, but that’s seems unlikely when there are suppliers that need chastising and clients that need advice. I shall, however endeavor to put my feet up as often as possible, and maybe crack open another few bottles in the coming days.
I’ve also been persuaded elsewhere on the internet to produce my first vlog… I’ve joined the 21st century and put a video of myself up on You Tube – I might turn it into a regular feature if the feedback keeps on being good!
Well I hope you all had a great Christmas, we did… Our first together, and it was really nice to spend proper quality time with Dave, we even went and took a car out and got lost in Scotland, the scenery was, to say the least: stunning. It was absolutely wonderful, we drove through mountains, up massively steep hills and down stupidly steep hills, we even got lost up a road that was masquerading on the map as a B road, however it wasn’t… as we found out when it ended in the middle of a farm yard.
Something spooky happened while we were up there, we passed an old man on the road, on one side of the road there was almost vertical drop, on the other side a steep bank, something that I’d have trouble climbing up, let alone an old man: anyhow – we passed him on the way to getting lost, about two minutes after seeing him we did a u-turn in a cow-barn and went back down the road, and he wasn’t there *de de du du de de du du*.
So there ya go, a Christmas story without a donkey, no dodgey virgins, and far to many strawberry cremes.
I’m off to scotland for Christmas, and I intend not to touch a computer till I get back to the sunny climes of London. So at this point I’ll wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and a Great New Year, and now I’ll go back to searching for some pants.
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It’s the 10th, 2 days before Christmas trees and decorations should be put up… 12 days before Christmas, not 12 weeks before Christmas like many shops now do, the great British public are a bit like Grolsch, they’re “not ready yet” for Christmas. We don’t want Wham blasting out last Christmas in the middle of October, we’re still getting over the Summer Holidays in October, so please please please don’t subject us to the 6 months of Christmas, let’s get it in perspective, it’s a family day to eat to much, give presents, laugh at the same old socks from the same old people, leave mince pies out for people to stuff themselves with and watch cheap repeats on television… Enjoy it for what it is, don’t ruin it by letting it run for months.
Paranoid… That’s the conclusion I’ve come to, either I’m paranoid, or the people around me are, getting so bored of dealing with other peoples problems, can’t understand why some people think I care, the people I really give a shit about I can count on my hands, that’s it, the mood i’m in today the rest can go and swivel… It’s strange, but there are certain people in my life I’d die for, I’d litterally do anything for, but then people seem to take it that I’m like that with everyone: well horrible moment of clarity for the masses: I don’t…
It’s coming up to that time of year again – yes, christmas… Oh joy! Don’t get me wrong I love christmas (actually that’s a lie, I love the presents and chocalate) but why oh why do family feel the need to drag up the same conversations each year… some distant relative will no doubt engage me for an hour on the phone asking if i’ve started courting yet; and what am I supposed to say? “No i’m shagging around with random blokes” – hmmm… can’t see that going down well. So I reckon this year will be another of telling said distant relatives with blushing tones that i’m just busy with work, and don’t really have time to find a girl.
Thing is: being gay and all, everyone in my life that needs to know, knows that i’m gay, parents, immediate family, all my friends, and everyone at work, but I don’t see the point of broadcasting my sexuality from the rooftops to everyone. I mean for crying out loud; I’m me, I am who I am not because I take it up the arse, but because of the person I am, the acheivements I’ve made. So why does everyone assume that if I don’t tell them I’m gay that i’m living some big lie? When the actual fact is that they just don’t need to know. Straight people aren’t expected to walk into a room and broadcast who they’re sleeping with, how good they are, and whether they intend to adopt? So why the hell should that be expected of me?
And don’t forget… A problem shared, is gossip :o)