2009? Six years until flying cars and counting.

I only had one New Year’s resolution for 2009, and that was to get a post up on the Shoddy Blog. And right here before your disbelieving eyes is said update, so it’s smooth sailing for me now until December 31st. My resolution for 2010 will be to dress up like a Wizard and piss on a stray cat (but that’s just pencilled in, hopefully I can come up with something a little more productive by the end of the year).

It’s been almost four months since my last full post, and so I had grand plans to make this welcome back post an all singing all dancing affair. But I seriously doubt you could be fucked reading it, which works out for both of us, because I seriously can’t be fucked writing it.

You know how it is with writing these blogs anyway – you sculpt this beautiful essay in your head while you’re waiting for the bus, or strolling through a supermarket; but lo and behold when you finally sit down at the keyboard, you’re brain feels like it is filled with fog.

And so I will now attempt to cram a lot of information into a handful of paragraphs, but don’t fret, as I will return to the major plot points in posts later this month.

Anyway, I had a hectic couple of months after my last post (which was August 20th). In short: I lost the Olympic bet, went to a Serbian Beer festival, moved out of my Clapham Junction flat, got up at 6am to watch the Adelaide Crows crash out of the finals, celebrated my 31st birthday, Postponed a trip to Edinburgh because a work-mate went to prison, went to a Buck’s party in Cornwall, quit my job, went bar hopping in Madrid, spent a weekend at a birthday party in a country house in Wales, finally did the Edinburgh trip, left London for good, stopped over for 10 days in Malaysia and then finally landed back here in Adelaide on the 18th of October.

Like I said, a lot to gloss over – but I will be addressing many of these events in future posts, after all I know have the spare time to write again (I would have posted sooner, but I’ve been pretty effin’ busy since I got back to Australia. Two weddings, organising a job, catching up with friends and family, the whole Christmas thing, etc... also, sorting out my old-ass computer and a working ADSL line took a lot fucking longer than I thought it would).

And so we begin 2009, and Christ almighty will it be different to 2008.

For some reason, New Year’s Eve always makes me strangely optimistic about starting a new phase in my life. In fact, I know a lot of people who do this - divide their life up by Calender years, and think of January first as the start of a new chapter. But it’s rare for any of life’s major occurrences (either good or bad) to work out that way. Major life turning points usually occur on a lazy Wednesday in the middle of April, or kick you in the nuts on a frosty August morn.

That being said, I once met a guy* who said he was fired on December 31st, and went on to meet the love of his life at the New Year’s Eve party on that very same day. So who knows?

All I know is that 2009 will provide a much more productive output here at the Shoddy Blog. I’ve gone from having no spare time, to all the fuckin’ time in the world – so I’m gearing up to clear out my massive back-log of drafts (including some really, really old shit). Prepare yourself for some truly irrelevant reading.

Happy New Year, kids.

* I’m lying, I never met a guy like that, it just seemed a romantic way to conclude the post. I did once met a guy who got a squid-jag stuck up his nose and had to have it surgically removed, but that didn’t seem relevant at this time.