There are a number of characters who will feature in this blog from time to time, and I thought it might be nice to give you a little background, or a profile of some of them:
My girlfriend is a lovely early twenties arts student, who is very honest, and genuine, with a colourful past and a character to match. She’s very open with me, and has played a fairly large part in me waking up in the morning less satisfied with the rubbish I’ve tolerated for the last few years. She’s also been hugely supportive in me trying to make changes to get away from said rubbish, and find an alternative which satisfies my ‘soul’ just a little bit, instead of sapping it and filling my pockets, as is the current norm.
My old man, is a 50-something guy (yes he had me when he was young) ex army chap who is a great guy, but has more or less lost the plot in recent years; in no small part due to the loss of his ex, quite suddenly and unexpectedly a few years ago. I see quite a lot of him, but he is, and has always been, prone to a number of personality disorders, from addiction, to manic depression, and so on. He is currently in the process of marrying a thai lady, who he didn’t meet on the internet(!) and who I hope will be good for him in the future.
My sister is an obese but intelligent and lovely girl in her early twenties. She lives with her boyfriend in London, not far from myself, and in spite of her eating addiction (which I am somewhat troubled by, what with a fair few cases of diabetes in my family) seems to be succeeding with her degree and leaning toward work in the music industry. Also has a bizarre sense of humour.
Work colleagues can be grouped together. First there are the small group of people I get on with. From the muslim girl who listens to heavy metal and has a penchant for murder (only in her mind – she says!) to the spurs mad football fan chef, there are a few people who make work less of a target for an all out machine gun assault, were I ever to be diagnosed with terminal illness. Unfortunately, I work for Napoleon himself. My boss has the paradigm example of small man syndrome. Standing at a collossal 5’4”, he is also tubby and balding, and under the thumb of his missus. As a result of this, it falls to his team members to take the brunt of his abusive attempts to increase his self worth. Recently, his general annoyance value has been upgraded due to him hiring his ‘best friend’, with whom he has a very homo-erotic relationship. This fellow, while not a bad person, is a prime example of the corporate snake. Crawling around on his belly to anyone with the power to offer him a chance of furthering his career. While not intelligent (he took 10 years to complete the 3 year CIMA program) he is crafty and has such low standards in terms of self respect, that he will do anything to succeed in the workplace. Speculation is rife that these two are engaged in an affair far more serious than any of us would dare to speculate.
My friends are various in nature. There are a fair few heavy metal types, who I know from various bands and concerts and rock scenes in towns I’ve lived in. A few of my friends are university mates, and some others are work friends, from a series of eclectic social backgrounds. These will feature from time to time, but be kept anonymous.
Tuesday 26 February 2008
First Blog
Where to begin? This is my first blog on this page, but hopefully the first of many! I’ve been looking for a creative outlet for a while now, and I think this could be a fun way to get things off my chest, while also allowing me to write – one of my favourite things!
I’m an ordinary, if a little eccentric, late 20’s chap, living in London, by myself, in a small flat and doing the ‘work’ thing. As will come as no surprise to others working in the smoke, my job is dull, tedious, populated almost exclusively by dim folk, but reasonably highly paid – hence I’m there at all.
Unfortunately, the last year or so has seen a slide into dissatisfaction. Dissatisfaction with life, love, work, my routine, and just about everything that makes up the hum-drum existence of most british 20-somethings who are on this rat race, this ‘aspirational journey’ to a house in suburbia and 2.4 sprogs. I’m sorry if this sounds preachy, and sorrier still if it sounds condescending, but quite the contrary to that – and the clue is in the blog title here, I personally have no idea what the hell else to do. And that’s largely what’s brought me to this window to my world in cyber space… maybe if I write it down, there’s a chance (albeit a slim one) that I’ll happen across ‘Plan B’. But then, Fck knows if that’s actually going to happen! In the meantime, I hope this will be entertaining to any of you that decide to read this, and look forward to input, comments, and advice from anyone who wants to offer it. Unless it’s ‘find god’, in which case you can go away please.
I’m an ordinary, if a little eccentric, late 20’s chap, living in London, by myself, in a small flat and doing the ‘work’ thing. As will come as no surprise to others working in the smoke, my job is dull, tedious, populated almost exclusively by dim folk, but reasonably highly paid – hence I’m there at all.
Unfortunately, the last year or so has seen a slide into dissatisfaction. Dissatisfaction with life, love, work, my routine, and just about everything that makes up the hum-drum existence of most british 20-somethings who are on this rat race, this ‘aspirational journey’ to a house in suburbia and 2.4 sprogs. I’m sorry if this sounds preachy, and sorrier still if it sounds condescending, but quite the contrary to that – and the clue is in the blog title here, I personally have no idea what the hell else to do. And that’s largely what’s brought me to this window to my world in cyber space… maybe if I write it down, there’s a chance (albeit a slim one) that I’ll happen across ‘Plan B’. But then, Fck knows if that’s actually going to happen! In the meantime, I hope this will be entertaining to any of you that decide to read this, and look forward to input, comments, and advice from anyone who wants to offer it. Unless it’s ‘find god’, in which case you can go away please.
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