Mid Winter Blues...

The good news is I'm over my confuddlement of last week, helped to some degree by regular applications of vino (Who said alcohol can't solve problems?). The bad news is that I'm still suffering from a slight case of mid winter malaise although I'm sure I'm not alone in that one. The storms we've been experiencing of late hasn't helped for elevating my mood. Persistant rain and gloom has (literally) put a dampner on things of late. Just look at the news, we're under seige from the weather and the economy! Cue the ominious music. I'm sure it will lift eventually with the arrival of spring and a holiday away but for now it's hibernation time. If only there were a few more good pubs to hibernate in. I told you alcohol was the answer....

Down the Rabbit Hole....

The whole process of changes that have been going on since March has made me feel a bit like I've stumbled into Wonderland. But there's been a few revelations today that have made me feel a lot like Alice and I'm taking that tumble down the Rabbit Hole. Once firm ground has shifted. It was slowly at first, just a gentle incline that growns ever steeper and you got used to the gradual change. Then all of a sudden, you loose your grip as it slopes away and you're falling down a deep dark well not knowing what lies at the bottom.

Or to put it another way things don't seem how they should. Something that is supposed to appear perfectly normal is stretched or shrunk, people disappear and reappear, and the rabbit pulls out a pocket watch while people play croquet with flamingos.

Excuse me as I get all metaphorical. I'm just learning to cope with a seven foot neck....

My mind is boggled....

Johnny Rotten attacks Bloc Party's Kele Okereke

Trumpets & Bookmarks

I was inspired after last night's episode of The Mighty Boosh to add a Boosh related addendum to my last post.

Another sign you're getting a bit older - Howard Moon's approach to life starts making a bit more sense (Stationary village, genius!) and you think Vince Noir (& Noel Fielding) is a bit too old to be hanging around with 18 year olds. (He's 35people!)

Blah...

Lately I've been feeling a bit insignificant, as if something is missing. I'm guessing this is all part of my impending Saturn Returns or in other words - Those Scary Couple of Years Before You Hit Thirty complex. It's extremely subtle, you don't even notice it's happening till you find yourself internally seething in the direction of some lithe young 20 year old with a job/house/car better than yours.

Here's some of the symptoms I've been noticing lately -

• An immediate feeling of envy toward people in their early 20s with (apparently) better lives than you. Don't they have nothing better to do?


• Slowly growing panic that you've picked the wrong degree, career, hair colour, whatever....


• And an even more subtle degree of panic on top of that as if you're running out of time. What for I'm not sure. I don't think it's to catch a bus.


• You find yourself sneakily checking the mirror for lines, even though you know the wrinkles shouldn't be showing just yet. Or so you've heard


• A nagging feeling you should be looking after yourself more. Avoiding the dentist is going to bite you back some day soon. (Pun intended)


• You catch yourself saying "In my day.." or something equally as tragic and immediately cringing.


• You notice that you can't drink like you use to and start to worry that it's only going to get worse. (This can usually be confirmed by those a few years older.)


• You feel like you should be more organised by 27...28...

And that's just the start. Here I was thinking the whole thing was a bit of a cliche but no. You will panic as you hit 30. Or at least 29. It's a fact.

Who Wants to be Millionaire? I do.

Ever since I discovered the addictive telly show and my talent for memorising random trivia, a dream of mine has been to ultise my sponge-like brain to appear on the ultimate quiz show Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. The random information stored in my brain hasn't been much use so far so if I can use it to win money, why not? So imagine my excitement in the weekend to see they're recruiting contestants for an NZ version. I hurriedly applied online and sat back, waiting for the call and dreaming of sitting in that chair and telling Eddie to "Lock it in!".

It hadn't really occurred to me that working for the very television channel intending to screen the programme might make me ineligable to go on the show. Suffice to say after checking company policy, I am not allowed to participate in quiz shows screened by the State Broadcaster, ie my employers.


So there goes one of my dreams in a puff of smoke. Perhaps I need to start looking for a new job. Here's hoping the show lasts long enough....

And for anyone who wants to live the dream for me - the link is here and the keyword is millionaire. Feel free to donate a portion of your winings to the poor state broadcasting employee who can only watch from the sidelines....ie me.

A fresh start.

I’ve wanted to get back into blogging for a while so I thought a bit of a revamp was in order. Things have changed quite lot in some respects since I started my wee blog several years ago. I’ve grown up a fair bit in the last few years (naturally) and the new blog title fairly accurately conveys my current situation. Life is fairly sorted these days in most respects but there have been a few upheavals lately and as I start the downward (or should that be upward) hurtle towards thirty I find myself wondering what’s next and where the hell am I going?