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I haven't posted here in ages and I want to start again. I'm not sure why - I'm subscribed to hundreds of RSS feeds so I know I don't really have particularly new or interesting say compared to the rest of the Web. But I want to be a better writer and the only way I'm going to do that is to actually write something. So here goes; hopefully it's the first of many.
Yesterday I browsed through the 'archives', such as they are, of this blog. The bulk of it's from my last six months as a student and what strikes me is how happy I seemed back then. Also I'm just struck by the sheer amount of TV and film I used to watch. I wonder what 22-year-old Me would ask Present Me. I imagine 'Do you have a girlfriend yet?' would be followed swiftly by 'What happens in Boston Legal?' and 'How many volumes of Scott Pilgrim are there?'.
(Just in case this entry disappears through a wormhole: No, Denny and Alan get married and Five. Also, dude, Edgar Wright's doing a film of Scott Pilgrim starring Michael Cera! Sorry about not including lottery numbers. )
I've kind of run out of ideas but luckily there is this site called Plinky that gives you prompts for what to write (thanks again, Internet). I like the question "When did you know you were a grown up?" Two incidents come to mind, both in the past year. I was at a family gathering and playing video games with my cousin's six-year-old kid who I'd met before but didn't remember me. Afterward I heard him ask his Dad who 'the man in the suit' was. It doesn't seem like much, but it really struck me at the time. The second was going to DFS and spending several hundred pounds on sofas which still feels really odd. Looks like my answer to the question is "When someone called me a grown up, and when I started doing grown up things.'
Yesterday I browsed through the 'archives', such as they are, of this blog. The bulk of it's from my last six months as a student and what strikes me is how happy I seemed back then. Also I'm just struck by the sheer amount of TV and film I used to watch. I wonder what 22-year-old Me would ask Present Me. I imagine 'Do you have a girlfriend yet?' would be followed swiftly by 'What happens in Boston Legal?' and 'How many volumes of Scott Pilgrim are there?'.
(Just in case this entry disappears through a wormhole: No, Denny and Alan get married and Five. Also, dude, Edgar Wright's doing a film of Scott Pilgrim starring Michael Cera! Sorry about not including lottery numbers. )
I've kind of run out of ideas but luckily there is this site called Plinky that gives you prompts for what to write (thanks again, Internet). I like the question "When did you know you were a grown up?" Two incidents come to mind, both in the past year. I was at a family gathering and playing video games with my cousin's six-year-old kid who I'd met before but didn't remember me. Afterward I heard him ask his Dad who 'the man in the suit' was. It doesn't seem like much, but it really struck me at the time. The second was going to DFS and spending several hundred pounds on sofas which still feels really odd. Looks like my answer to the question is "When someone called me a grown up, and when I started doing grown up things.'
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