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The Memories Experience
Being rapidly approaching 30, my memories only really stretch back as far as my mid twenties now. Memories that I do have of before that time are probably not actually real, but have been implanted in my head by whichever droid is controlling my mind. Potentially...
With this in mind, this blog is actually quite useful, most notably the archive section, which dates back well over 4 years now. In just a few minutes I can relive my mid-twenties in glorious black and white text, with all the fucks and bollocks I used to describe those interesting times.
It's so strange how everything has moved on - I just read an entry from July 2004 where I had just parted company with my Fast Track scheme, was single, poor and renting a small flat near the local smackhouse / brothel. 4 years on, and I'm happily attached, 3 years into a mortgage, and managing a team of people at Heathrow stopping baddies from smuggling drugs, exactly how I had planned it! 2004 just doesn't seem real anymore. Sure I have some memories of it all, but it just all seems such a long time ago - like a different lifetime or something.
Really really strange feeling, but all brought back to life by reading my old entries on here!
For those who haven't seen me lately, I'm 1 week away from hopefully being out of the plaster cast that has been lurking on my left wrist for the past 5 weeks, following a footballing injury. Just hope everything's healed up as planned, because there is only so much time you can spend in a cast before it starts to rather get on your tits a little. And 5 weeks is way past that time...
The cast hasn't stopped me trying to get all the building / decorating works finished though. Did some tiling of the kitchen floor this evening, having spent most of this afternoon scraping the old lino off the floor, which had seemingly been stuck down by a substance fifty times as strong as gravity, and let to rot for 30 years. The tiling itself was fairly straightforward - admittedly I only got as far as 7 tiles, and none of them needed cutting down to size, but I'm sure I can do the rest of the room over the next few days if I really put my mind to it. Honest.
The house has looked like a shit-tip for the last 3 months now, mainly due to furniture being constantly moved around, and walls being knocked down etc, so we're desperate to get it all finished now so that we can get back to a semblance of normality. There's only so long I can live like a pig before I start growing a curly tail and grunting (even more than usual).
Maybe in another 4 years time I'll look back at this entry and it will invoke those exciting memories of DIY, filth, sweat and plaster casts that I've become so fond of. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...