As I'm sure that your aware, it's been six months since the last blog; more or less. I remember that the new boy was a tiny little dude that had just been sick on my shoulder (actually I'm not that sure, but it's a statistical probability). Since then many things have changed. I've started a new job in the meantime which means that there's precious little time for committing random thoughts to a blog.
Well, that's a bit of a lie, I've had time to do it, it's just that I've had a case of not knowing what to write. It's not like there's a shortage of topics. Port Talbot is still Batshit crazy, the boy (and new boy) continue to amaze and exasperate in equal measure and life in general has gone on. But nothing jumps out. Maybe I haven't been looking hard enough, who knows?
So what I'm going to do is just try and literally type my thoughts out as I think them. this could either be amazing or a worrying look into my psyche, either way it might be a hoot.Come to think of it, this may have been how I started the blog in the first place.
Ooh look at me I've come full circle.
Right then. As i write this, the Brits are on. Music scares me these days, well it doesn't scare me as such as turn me into a boring old man who moans about it being better in his day. But it's not just me surely? Music really is shit these days. All the usual pop stuff just sound like that auto-tuned bollocks that you hear ever since the 50s barbie-brought-to-life Cher mangled her vocal track with it. she probably had it installed in her larynx the last time she had her cheeks rotated.
It's not all rubbish of course though, at the moment Adele is performing and her voice is pretty astonishing.
Well I've had enough of that, let's move on...
I very recently turned thirty. I just typed that and I think that it's only just dawned on me now. It's viewed as something of a milestone when you hit the big old 3-0. Maybe it harks back to days of gone when it was the life expectancy.
"You're thirty and not dead! YAY YOU!!!"
Maybe because it's a round number. Maybe because it's dividable by ten. Maybe even because it's the age in Logans Run where you get killed for being too old, I don't know.
Nuts, my brain appears to have stopped.
Well I'm sorry for wasting your time with this one, I'm just easing my way back in after a while off the scene, as it were.
But I have plans.
You may or may not know that The Apprentice is on next month and it happens to be one of my favourite programmes because there's nothing funnier that seeing a very well educated person make a complete tit of themselves, other than seeing Piers Morgan being slapped very hard in the face.
But as I'm yet to see that I've decided to start a new blog. I'm going to attempt to do a blog-along (I'm copyrighting that word so back off society..) When the episode goes out on BBC 1, I'll be writing and posting as soon as I can after it's finished. Not a review, more of my account of what's happening.
There's a fair chance I'll not get around to it, but I'll do my best. I bet you all can't wait.....