Living in another’s material world

Thursday 29 November 2012, 3.59am HKT


2.08am local time (Wed 28 Nov 2012)
18°C (64°F)
pelting down

IT’S WONDERFUL WEATHER right now. Rain. Low temperatures. Middle of the night. Feels alive, man.

Artist friend of mine just force-fed some badly needed inspiration down my hatch to revv up this sordid unhilarious excuse of a blog.

INSPIRATION

If you could switch with someone for one day (say, job-wise),
who’d it be out of the people you know?

Like the friend says,

“…it’s one of those questions I’m sure people have asked others many times but I think sometimes … that would reveal what people secretly desire from life.”

Too bleedin’ true.

A quick backgrounder. Friend says on those social networking sites I probably wouldn’t want more of the ‘drama’ that I’m already getting from my honest living working with crooks like bankers, lawyers, accountants and assorted government regulatory officials. I said that if I ‘retire’ (read: crawl into a corner and die) I might as well let my friend have my company, lock, stock and barrel (along with the fish in the barrel for shooting). Friend says, “LOL, I don’t think I could handle your company … sounds majorly stressful” (translation: Me no chopped liver).

Printing’s a great business — no money in it, sunset industry, total and constant drama, insane faggotry, high costs, no sleep — all from congenital morons who are overpaid, oversexed, over the top and over here. You name it, we’ve got it. What more could anyone ask of an honest living?

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THE CAROUSEL OF POSSIBILITIES

a.k.a. “The Naked Listener’s Merry-Go-Round-The-Bend”

Right about now, my funk soul brutha, I shall speak with perfect clarity and vision whilst eating French pork tongue in aspic (jellied pork tongue) suitably washed down with cheap made-in-China German lager that from this point onwards, I’ll be The Naked Listener no more.

For the duration of this article, I’ll activate my alter ego, Sir Dystic.

(Sir Dystic, sadistic, geddit??? No? Never mind, we’ll carry on.)

Sir Dystic here is going to give things a twist. Instead of just laying on you, Gentle Reader, lameness like I would like to swap places with (say) Zarathustra or somebody divine, famous or notorious (or even a notoriously famous divinity), I’ll go through EVERYBODY one by one and rule them out, or not.

Here are the possibilities (all real-life characters from my unreal life, with aliases to protect the not-so-innocent among you from actually back-tracing and contacting them for ‘fun’):—

The Naked Listener

Why the hell would I want to swap places with myself???

Right about now, my funk soul brutha, I’m Sir Dystic.

I’m divine enough in my mind.

I’m famous enough because you’re actually taking time to read this crappy ‘drama’ of mine.

I’m notorious enough because my blog name has the word ‘naked’ in it.

Why shouldn’t ANYONE want to be The Naked Listener?

C’mon.

Jason Voorhees

Not the ice hockey fetishist in the movie “Friday the 13th.” Instead, this personage (notice: not his real name) is much, much worse.

‘Jason’ is a wanker banker with a major-major investment bank with tons and tons of IPOs (initial public outrage offerings) to his résumé.

He’s loaded, he rakes in wads of filthy lucre, and pays virtually no taxes.

By all standards, ‘Jason’ is a supersalesman who can sell vacuum to outer space. (I think he’s done that once or twice before.) With him, everybody loses, big time. He himself wins, all the way, all day, every day, in every way.

Will swap with, if for no other reason he’s got good taste in chicks.

Ultimately, rule out: guys like him are gonna get cleaned out shirtless. One fine day, his type will fall for that highly innocent-looking local girl who’ll turn out to be a right moneygrubbing monstrous whore — and end up moneyless to buy an unmarked gravesite to be buried in.

Michael Myers

Nicknamed this personage for the “Halloween” series of slasher films. He’s a lawyer by profession, so he’s trained and licensed to wear a mask.

He (like me) has an IQ higher than Einstein, but that comes to naught because ‘Michael’ is an imbecile.

He fails to understand that, in the grand scheme of Life, rubbing people against the grain does not friends make.

Any other detail about him is superfluous and irrelevant. So rule him out too.

Dr Wankismo

He’s rude, he’s offensive, he’s unpleasant.

You guessed it, this guy is an academic. He teaches something connected with education and English, not very well, but in a bigheaded sort of way. He’s in love with his own voice.

Unfortunately, he’s got tenure (I think), so everyone’s stuck with him.

I once had the misfortune to have been in one of his courses — and that’s saying something, coming from a person already in the misfortune of the printing business.

That being said, would actually swap with, merely because he has access to an incredible number of pouting, under-imaginative but over-promiscuous chicks with jumpers, glasses and heavy boobs books.

Ultimately again, must rule out, though, because he’s so wrapped up in his sense of superiority that he doesn’t even notice the chicks around him.

‘A’

This specimen is one of two relatives of mine who together kept their dirty little mortgage swap secret from me, so I ended up unknowingly paying off HK$300,000 (US$38,000 or £24,600) on a superseded mortgage.

He’s also pretty creative too, inventing some pretty vicious slander about me that actually cost me lots of reputational damage and actual health problems.

Despite that, would trade places with for one day (or even a little bit longer). He’s got a good business line going and could actually make millions of dollars from it, so that at least would be worth the stretch.

Thing is, must rule out because his longtime girlfriend is exactly that — a longtime girlfriend. That’s a red flag that the person has some serious character faults.

‘Bubbles’

Sir Dystic has never, ever, needed to unfriend or block anyone on those srsly and totally online social networking sites — until this unbalanced lady materialised and became my friend.

This erstwhile lady guitarist is twentysomething, reasonably well educated in comparison to the general run of people in Hong Kong, and her folks run a thriving family business.

I actually know Bubbles in real life. My only regret was that it was real life. Of the literally thousands of people I know or come across in work, rest and play, Bubbles plus two other personages are the most difficult people I’ve ever known — and all three from Hong Kong!

I’ll restrain my brutality here. Of all possible people, you’d think a guitarist would be more ‘with it’ than the rest of us. Instead, Bubbles comes across like 40-something woman living alone with two grumpy cats, one with arthritis and the other diabetic. She has a mind-boggling fixation on analysis and rationalisation, but without the commensurate skills to match.

On Facebook, she has disabled practically every possible privacy/publishing functionality there (write to Wall, status updates, photos, etc) “in order to be humble.” Don’t ask me how that works in her mind. One of my colleagues last night gave me the perfect comeback to people like her:—

“Be even more humble! Leave Facebook!”

Hahahahahaha! That’s a good one. Thanks.

Would swap with for one day (just one) because her in-born ‘drama’ can outgun any of the crap I get from professional faggoteers (i.e. my customers).

Jeremy

No last name here, please.

We went to school together in the UK. He’s a well-to-do, centre-right Tory (Conservative Party) politician who’s got his head screwed on the right way and Does The Decent Thing, political conditions permitting.

And for those reasons (Tory, politician, decent thing) alone, I’d kill to swap places with Jeremy for a whole year.

Fabio

Real name. Fabio is an Anglo-Italian (or Italo-English, if you prefer).

His nunchaku skills are eye-opening. (Stand close enough, and it’ll be head-opening too.)

He’s tall, he’s srsly handsome (absoeffinglutely supermodel looks with a body to match), and he’s srsly getalongwithable with anyone.

Definitely swap with for a lifetime, if only just for his looks and chick-skills.

Marc’s dad

I can’t name him. He’s a top-level healthcare scientist working for the Spanish government, and has no-waiting-necessary direct access to the Spanish Cabinet. That spells i-m-p-o-r-t-a-n-t.

He’s brilliant and has patents to his name from here to there. He literally speaks half a dozen languages fluently and flawlessly. He drives a Lamborghini or Ferrari or something of that sort. He lives in a super-luxury house with a long, long driveway and everyone in his family look like they’re from some fairytale. Swap with for a lifetime.

Wurm

That’s his real name. We went to prep school (private elementary school) together, but for just under a year before I had to bounce to someplace else with my folks.

Wurm was a brianiac: 10 years old and the wisdom of a 50 year old without the middle-age attitude. Will swap for three days — his wisdom in those mere three days would last a lifetime.

Val

Hottie classmate at Uni.

There’s no damn way I’m going to show you a full-sized picture of her on her own. You’ll have to figure out which is which. I need no drama from my own wilful accidence.

She didn’t look that hot at Uni. Since leaving that sacred institution of mediocrity called Uni, Val has become the very definition of hawtness. Now living in a certain Southeast Asian country previously dubbed “The Red Dot,” Valerie is not for swapping with —  she’s for moving in with. Enough said.

Facehunter

Facehunter (sometimes Face Hunter) is a public figure: Yvan Rodic, a professional photographer hailing from somewhere in Europe (France? Switzerland?).

I’ll swap my present and future lives with him anytime. He travels the world every week and takes pictures of the divine, famous and notorious, and parties with them.

By my reckoning, Facehunter must’ve clocked up at least one million flight miles.

His Facebook is [HERE].

Jeremy Irons

The British actor. I happen to know him personally (at least back in the 1980s), not well of course, but personally. He’s great playing nasty, sardonic, aloof characters. One day in the life of him will do me just fine for kicks.

John Galbraith

He’s probably gone now because he was already in his late 50s or early 60s when I knew him in the 1980s.

He was a London society photographer for Tatler, Harper’s & Queen and other ‘society’ magazines. Very professional, very graceful with the subjects, extremely fast, and secretly knew all the society gossip that gossip columnists would have killed for.

If he was alive today, I’d swap with any day.

My dentist

This guy’s from my ancient history when I was only yay-high and somewhere in Latin America. HIS ancient history was even more colourful and sinister.

My folks nearly had a mental blowout when some two-by-four-bit hack newspaper revealed our dentist was an ex-Waffen SS combat officer.

From our personal point of view, that wasn’t exactly believable. We knew the man personally, socially and professionally. He DID admit he fought in the German Army in the war, but so’s a ton of other ex-Germans.

I tell you, man, this guy didn’t have a shred of racism or Teutonic assholery in him. Srsly, he was the kindest man we ever knew. I tell you too, man, Mum could spot anyone who’s pretending or lying a mile off, and Mum said this man was a good man. He taught me such good oral hygiene techniques that I have never needed fillings.

I can’t recall exactly now, but in one social gathering, he said to me:—

“You are still a young boy, so this is the perfect time to learn the right things, and with those, do the right things, even if everyone else are [sic] doing everything wrong. Read your history books, and count the number of things done wrong, and ask your father and mother to teach you how to do the right things.”

And my folks told me to write those words down, so I may remember and understand. So I did. Took me a helluva time to fish that one out from my storage bins.

He died shortly after we left that country, survived by his Iranian wife and two grown-up children, one of whom we heard married a half-Jewish dentist.

Would not swap, because I’m chickenshit scared of that kind of background of his.

Ophelia

Yes, she’s an artist, and I sometimes shanghai’ed her into contributing to this blog.

C’mon, peep’l, she’s a professional artist doing something most sane people would like to do professionally even for one day.

Swap. Why ever not? At least she jolted me into doing this blast from the past.

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Tell me who you’d like to swap places with for one day.

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Images: Aspic and beer by the author | The Naked Listener by the author | Jason Voorhees via Geekscape.net | Michael Myers via Wikipedia | Girl with Blackboard Question Mark via AskVelazquez | Head for Cover via Videojug | Big Ben via ChurchNewspaper.com | Nunchaku via Wikipedia | Microscope via Morehouse School of Medicine | Notebook by Problemchild via Dreamstime.com | Val from author’s collection | Face Hunter profile picture via Facebook | Harper’s Bazaar via Found in Mom’s Basement | The Boys From Brazil via Wikipedia | Ophelia’s avatar from author’s collection.

Choosing your Vaseline of Life

Tuesday 13 November 2012, 2.26am HKT


“If we want to lead a lonely life, then, yeah, feed yourself with crap about male/female differences, differences about this or that, differences about everything and anything.

“If we want a relationship (even with our own folks), however, then engage them and look for similarities.

“Heroes go for reality; the rest of you have to make do with the Vaseline.”

Yours truly, 12 Nov 2012, 1.45pm

P.S. Sometimes there are no similarities. Then just enjoy the differences.

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‘We are Wall Street’: No, you’re a walnut

Wednesday 19 September 2012, 12.30am HKT


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Wall Street’s rejoinder to Occupy Wall Street protestors

This image of a Wall Street guy’s retort has become a famous Internet meme. We wouldn’t expect anything less from a Wall Street guy, no less.

Now that Quantitative Easing 3 (‘QE3’) is in the offing and our world looks set to completely implode on itself, we need to answer back to this.

(For those who didn’t get the memo, the U.S. Federal Reserve Bank announced QE3 a few days ago. QE3 will involve the Fed in open-ended purchase of long-term, mortgage-backed securities at the rate of US$40 billion a month (that’s 40,000 million dollars to you Brits) of mortgage debt. The rationale behind QE3 is to boost economic growth and reduce unemployment.)

What a sharply retarded pile of wrong this is.

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Let’s really spell it out for those who still think QE3/4/5/6/etc is a dynamite idea:

  • People aren’t angry that investors are investing and bankers banking.
  • People are angry that the powers-that-be gave away their tax dollars to the rich.
  • And they’re angry at the rich whose wilful incompetence and outright thievery caused the latest financial diabetes.
  • The Occupy protestors should demo in Washington DC instead because it was DC that gave the money way.

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Future vibes, future hypes

Sunday 16 September 2012, 4.22am HKT


LET’S talk about things we see.

Or hear or read in public.

The stuff we see, hear or read in public that give off strong future vibes.

Personally, seeing CGI (computer-generated imagery) doesn’t blow me away. Seeing CIGS (copper iridium gallium selenide solar cells) does.

Especially since I caught sight of solar panels for the first time in Los Angeles back in the early 1970s.

I love how it feels to see someone using crazy future technology, especially future technology that gets the job done right beside technology that doesn’t get the same job done.

Smartphones are pretty crazy, though not exactly helping us to get the job done. Once people start walking around with augmented-reality eyeglasses, I might go out into the public just to look at them tripping out and tripping over into the sidewalk and getting run over by buses swerving to avoid them.

It’s damn eye-opening just how futuristic and sci-fi some of our mainstream techno-shiz is.

What else is cool right now that makes us think of the future? What technologies can we look forward to? What buses are avoiding us?

Future towers

The flippin’ skyscrapers and sundry towers of capitalism/socialism/quantitative easing we build these days — imagine how effing cool they will be when they’re being built for gardening and don’t need residents! Civilisation!

Wishful thinking. They’ll never get built (for gardening, less residents) because only insurance carriers and subprime mortgage companies will have the money to build them. Oh well…

These are the droids looking for you

Finally within touching distance are androids, grandroids and assorted robots — the haemorrhoids of humanitoids dreamt up in the last hundred years.

Now that 3D printers have become reality since 10 years ago, we now have the satisfaction of knowing that a few more years down the road we can have biomechanical Xeroxes made of our favourite psychopaths.

“We have the technology to rebuild him.” Into what?

Bionics. “My body parts from supermarket carts.”

That’s just awesome. I didn’t realise bionic technology was so far advanced after reading various techno journals lately. To hell with Google’s Glasses. We gonna get The Six Million Dollar LED Fleshlight That Can Do French Cooking and English Tea soon.

Now that I’m officially ‘old’ because of having to wear bifocals, it got me thinking. Couldn’t bionics be the future of virtual reality? Instead of having some huge 360° machine or a holodeck-type device, couldn’t we just have self-adjusting lenses (contact or otherwise) that project graphics to create a sense of immersive environment? All we’d then need is maybe a $500 omnidirectional treadmill and 25 bucks of Chinese-made motion sensors to capture movement — voila! virtual reality!

If reality is too much for you…

The various journal articles I’ve read lately basically say the holodeck is a horribly primitive way of going about 3D immersion.

For now, the best way apparently is to ‘release’ (read: inject) nanobots into the brain and network them to coordinate electrical impulses to stimulate the brain. The new electrical impulses generated would cause the brain to ignore regular stimuli so that a new virtual reality is built just as real as reality.

That’s dynamite on paper. If those nanobots go on the fritz, your brain is going to be supper for the nanobots.

If robotics (nano or otherwise) isn’t your cup of tea, try biology.

The latest research is heading towards the retrovirus approach. Insert special, precisely manufactured genes into your neurons (brain cells). Send in a light signal or some other kind of signal via a cable, and the augmented cells will transmit electrical signals throughout your brain.

Will any of you plug in once the animal testing is over?

They promised us flying cars. So where the hell are they? How long are we still going to have to wait?

The flying car was first promised to us in Jules Verne’s “Master of the World” (1904).

Actually, flying cars might be a terrible idea after all, considering the unending litany of traffic accidents and deaths we have already for ground-based vehicles. Flying cars with the proverbial well-oiled nut behind the wheel (joystick?) ramming into each other mid-air and raining down flying debris doesn’t make for punctual supper time for most of us.

Instead of flying cars, we have the next best (or dangerous) thing: driverless cars.

Oh, man, chill, baby, chill, while your car drives you where you need to be at your whim and quim. You could even sleep whilst the car drove itself. Round the bend or over a cliff. The possibilities of population reduction

Reality is just Avatar-level CGI

Roadtrip? Blaze all day. I’ll plug in and never return — assuming it’s indistinguishable from real life. Also assuming I could modify the simulation on the fly to do whatever eff I want.

Just like that crap electronic music called dubstep or whatever the hell it’s called.

If 3D imaging is your ‘thing,’ try this video: CES ’11: Japan’s Laser 3D Image Display — it’s the ‘realest’ 3D imaging we can get, no?

Kind of goddamn dangerous too. They’re shooting a laser powerful enough to explode air.

If you have a yen for dangerous living, build your own fusion reactor. Sure, it’s still in concept stage and currently nobody has one or can operate one for more than a fraction of a second.

Every torus reactor that has ever been built has been pretty much for experimentation. No one has produced any energy from such reactors — but you’re assured your input electricity bill will be sky-high and contribootin’ to the national economy. That must count for something, right?

Deus Ex Machina Ex Healthcare Ex Common Sense

Medical breakthroughs are some of the things that most impress me. Not always for the right reasons, but they impressed all the same.

If you’re into transhumanism (and other big words that you don’t know the meanings of), here is a YouTube excerpt of the documentary “Deus Ex: Human Revolution and Transhumanism” — it’s about real-life cyborgs.

Kevin “Captain Cyborg” Warwick, the world’s first cyborg hailing from Coventry in England, had a microchip implanted into his arm that he could use (successfully) to control basic household objects.

The first impressive thing about his chip-in-the-arm technology was that it was already done in the early 2000s.

The second impressive thing was this: the guy’s an idiot — can’t he just walk over to the household objects and fiddle them about with his own hands? Test it on a paraplegic, not on yourself, stupid.

Personally, I’m still waiting for bioprinting or 3D organ printing to fix my left knee and ex-split pelvis that I spent 37 months on crutches because of. My eyeballs need fixing too because they ain’t what they used to be and need bifocals (short for Birth-Interrupting Faggot Optical Crap-Attracting Lamer Spectacles).

The National Geographic magazine ran a feature (“The Big Idea: Organ Regeneration,” March 2011) about growing body parts.

Well, slay me, buddy boy, I’m gonna set up my mid-air secret underground wine cellar in my 15th-floor home just to grow my own (eyeballs, for instance), now that Quantitative Easing 3 (‘QE3’) looks set to destroy national healthcare services worldwide and the water here in Hong Kong ain’t thrilling to write home about.

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Whatever the technology, be sure they’ll build HER first
for your brother from another mother
with the winner, winner, chicken dinner…

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… while the rest of us make do with THIS
tryin’ t’get lucky in K’ntucky

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In most pulp sci-fi of old, our technological breakthroughs set us free.

Instead most people have become slaves to it.

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Rurdy-Turdy Thursday: One Word Answer

Thursday 23 August 2012, 4.54am HKT


THIS is a new posting category: Rurdy-Turdy Thursday comes out irregularly but always on a Thursday (obviously).

It’s crap.

It’s fun.

It’s stuff you’d rather bin but never got round to it.

It’s stuff all nosey parkers like to read.

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ONE WORD ANSWER

Rubric (that’s old-fashioned for ‘Instructions’)

Answer all with one-word answers. Time limit: Preferably within our lifetime, if not yours. Don’t spoil the fun for others: copy and paste into your own “About” page or something, type in your answers, and tag a bunch of people (including me). Answering them is harder than you think, so up to three words are allowable.

My answers:

Where is your mobile/cell phone …………………. Right
Your hair colour ………………………………….. Deciduous
Your mother ……………………………………… Oldtype
Your father ………………………………………. Newoldtype
Your favourite thing ……………………………… Paper

Your dream last night ……………………………. Awake
Your favourite drink ……………………………… Coffee
Your dream/goal …………………………………. Partying
The room you’re in ………………………………. Stacked
Your fear ………………………………………… Choicelessness

Where do you want to be in 6 years ……………. Abroad
Muffins …………………………………………… Crap
One of your wishlist items ……………………….. Etc
Where you grew up ……………………………… Timely
What are you wearing …………………………… Pinstripe

Your TV ………………………………………….. Movies
Your pets ………………………………………… Gone
Your computer …………………………………… IBM
Your life ………………………………………….. Emergency
Your mood ……………………………………….. Easy

Missing someone ………………………………… Supposedly
Your car …………………………………………. Flogged
Favourite store …………………………………. Laurence Corner
Your summer ……………………………………. Lolligagging
Your favourite colour …………………………… The Red, White and Boring

Last time you laughed ………………………….. Today
Last time you cried ……………………………… Unrecallable
Three people who email me …………………….. Bill the Bills Biller
Three of my favourite foods ……………………. Italian, French, Levantine
Three places I’d rather be right now ……………. Somewhere, Everywhere, Anywhere

Three people I think will do this …………………. Anybody
Your favourite one word ……………………….. Fabulous

And my own cheeky additions:

Your favourite vice ……………………………… Listening
Your favourite good habit ………………………. Observing
Your least favourite virtue ……………………… Gregariousness (big word, huh?)

Favourite English first name ……………………. Ashley
Favourite non-English first name ………………. Fabio (Italian)
Favourite surname …………………………….. Fortescue (for-tis-skew) (English)
Name that stuck after first hearing ……………. B. Speight (spayt)

What’s in your wallet …………………………… Receipts
Top or bottom ………………………………….. Spherical

Your favourite ink colour …………………………………….. Green
Ink colour that makes your handwriting look fabulous ………. Black
Ink colour you’d rather drink …………………………………. Blue
Ballpoint pen nib size …………………………………………. 1 mm (broad)
Highlighter colour …………………………………………….. Blue

Are you the jealous type ……………………….. You?
Favourite meal ………………………………….. Breakfast
Favourite piece of cutlery ………………………. Spoon

What you do for kicks …………………………… Sleep
Favourite aspect of your favourite people ……… Slack

Flight or invisibility ………………………………. Teleportation
Snow White or Goldilocks ……………………….. TRONwhores

Bollocks for you …………………………………. Gentrification (big word again, no?)
Your bollocks that they can’t stand …………….. Everydayness (polysyllabic, no?)

Are you metric ………………………………….. Yes
Are you imperial ………………………………… Yes
Choices come in ………………………………… Fours
You count numbers in ………………………….. German
You think the rest in ……………………………. Any

What animal are you …………………………… Alive
Favourite all-time author (surname only:
multi-barrelled acceptable) …………………….. Mikes
What’s your nickname for yourself ……………. Spanky Pants

Meaning of Life ……………………………….. 42 – xyz(23) to the power of olive oil

(inspiration from this Facebook note)

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Updated 29 Sept 2012 (formatting fixes)


FROM PART 5

This staggeringly unbelievable, angry, tl;dr year-end review is also coming to an end

I could nearly hear and feel your sighs of relief. And I don’t blame you.

(Sighs of relief and sounds of bladders loosening heard in the background.)

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THE SIDE SHED

My friends and ex-college mates (from my third run at university) have finally graduated. Good on them!

About 90% of them decided to become teachers. Not so good on them, I have to say.

Never mind. They must be better men (and women) than I could ever be, mainly because teaching is the one single profession that can drive me to drink within a space of three days.

(It nearly did, when I did that three-week-long school attachment.)

I work in financial printing and printbroking, and that’s a hard-scrabble, highly pressurised line of work. I’ve been in publishing before that, and that’s pressurised and low-paid as well. I’ve never ever had problems with both those lines.

But teaching … it ain’t worth the suffering (mine and the kids’).

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CLOUD NINE

About the only three good things to come out of 2011 have been (in equal order):—

(aPopcorn the Housecat (not my own, but a relative’s) is one year old, fat and lazy, a wuss, overeating, overdrinking and oversleeping. Love him to bits. Reminds me of Mum, especially in his passive-aggressive posturing.

(b) The three or four regular commenters on this blog (you know who you are!), all of whom made the whole crappy exercise worth the crap.

(c) Getting The Versatile Blogger Award, which happened to be the only award I ever won in my life.

&

Not quite as bad as blogging a blood oath,
but the booze nearly became a permanent fixture

&

But the best thing is, you’ve read this whole post from beginning to end. And that, I’m very pleased to say, makes the whole thing much, much more beyond ‘worthwhile.’

Thank you, thank you.

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