Oh decisions, decisions.
I have been deliberating whether to go out on Friday night
for some time.  I am still deliberating.
If I go that will mean I probably have a budget of £100.00
for the whole of February, after rent, bills and food.  Not ideal.
But there is a good DJ playing in Richy Ahmed, a really good
DJ in fact (don’t let the Hot Creations tag fool you, he is more interesting
and more underground than that).  I haven’t
been to Cubed for ages, the guys who run it are sound – and it is my last
possible night out before February Detox begins.
Right now, all I feel like is staying in and having a pint
of gravy!  Catching up with ironing and
stuff on Saturday.  Oh I don’t know what
to do!
I want to go but I know I shouldn’t.
But I could be missing out on an amazing night out.  I may just toss a coin.
Sunday I don’t have to make any such decisions as it is a
continuation of my birthday celebrations (I do like to drag these things out as
much as possible).  I am meeting my
sister in London and she has booked somewhere for a roast dinner.  I have no idea where and I am really looking
forward to it.
She does have a huge challenge to beat my gastronomic treat
for her birthday back in September when I took her to Poppies Fish & Chip
Restaurant, which won the 2014 Independent Fish and Chip Restaurant of the Year award recently.

And Today’s Forecast Is…Embarrassing

I take every opportunity possible to ridicule the Daily Express for their sensationalist front page weather forecasts.

So imagine my horror when I read this article on a local news website, quoting James Winfield, with the headline of:

Get ready for the snow – up to 12 inches predicted for the Thames Valley.

It stems from me posting a piece of model output which I thought I made clear was exceptionally unlikely, and it was to show the range of model outputs and why weather forecasting isn’t that easy.

In hindsight I shouldn’t have posted it – I see why it was misleading and it totally wasn’t my intention.

So I have been “Daily Expressed” and of course taken a fair slagging off from a few people, which is guess is to be expected on the internet.  However I have also had some support from my regular readers which is heartening.

And they do say that all publicity is good publicity.  I have gone from 240 followers to 324 in a day.  I will hopefully see the funny side soon.

I guess this is my 15 minutes of fame?  I don’t like it!

(It Was) Happy Birthday To Me

So I turned 34.  No
car, no mortgage, no wife, no children, no caravan but enjoying my life.  Up yours societal expectations!
Having a birthday in January, a week before payday is
arguably the worst time of the year to have one.  But I am slowly growing to appreciate it in
my wanting to be different kind of way.
I did want a few days off work but alas, circumstances didn’t
turn out to allow it but I would only have been stuck at home by myself, and I
work with nice people (I am not saying that just because a few of them will
probably read this) so I brought in a load of cakes.  I had 5 cakes.  Still plenty left this morning.
I spent the whole day pretty much listening to my own DJmixes.  If I cannot be self-indulgent on
James Winfield Day (still to be officially renamed but it is on the cards, I am
King after all) then when can I?
I got some really good birthday cards, including this one
from my auntie who knows my television viewing habits well:
And this one from my housemate who clearly understands my
music taste:
Or maybe it is just a last stand from my brilliant housemate
as I may finally be starting to convert him to the delights of house music
after 18 months of him fighting it.
And last but definitely not least, this card so brilliant
that my wonderful friend, Ellie, sent it not once but twice.  Is it just me or is one a marginally darker
shade than the other?
I also got some shower gel so hopefully I won’t smell too
much on Saturday night.  And some money
to buy a ticket to Steve Lawler to celebrate my birthday more, hint hint hint come
dancing with me on Saturday night, da da dee da.
It is in my collection and I will play it out one day!
My enjoyment of James Winfield Day continued.  At work I set a new record by sending 23 disconnection
notices in one day.  And I got a lift
For the evening I had dinner cooked for me.  A roast chicken dinner and it was very good,
especially considering it was the second-ever attempt by my second-favourite
immigrant (I can imagine the Daily Mail headlines now – EU Immigrant Steals
English Recipe).
I know what you are all thinking…how was the gravy?
It was home-made, mixed with Bisto.
I was quietly impressed. 
Perhaps not so quiet as I did have a bit of wine.  Well, it was my birthday.
Actually it was possibly better than Goldenfry.
And as a final birthday present, Man United lost a penalty
shoot-out which always puts a smile on any right-thinking person’s face.
Now comes the payback. 
Sleepless, hungover with customers pissed off with my love letters.  I even drunkenly agreed to go for a run
tonight, I am praying for a volcanic eruption or something to save me.  WTF was I thinking?  Damn you wine, damn you.
Not to mention the 100 Facebook messages that I am very greatful for – I will be individually responding to – yeah I could do a generic thank you but I am different.  If someone has taken the time to wish me a happy birthday, the least I can do is respond to them directly.

2014 Goals

So these are my goals for 2014.
1. A normal one to start – continue to do well at work.  I am hoping that there may be further
opportunities seeing as we have just taken over a company 2-3 times our size.  I am happy in my job and would only move for a significant pay rise.
2. Studying.  I have
much more to learn about Photoshop though at £27 a month I won’t be using it
often!  I need to decide what else to
learn in terms of web development later in the year – Javascript or PHP seem
good suggestions.
3. DJing.  Firstly I
need a website and some business cards. 
I intend on having a break until March and then I will hopefully average
1 set a month which suits nicely.  As much as I love warm up sets, most
important will be to get a set towards either the middle or the end of the
night to test myself more.  Oh yeah and
practice more.  Seth Troxler reckons you
can be perfect at anything with 10,000 hours of practice.  Only 9,800 hours to go.
4. Ubereadoolische.  I
still think this is a brilliant idea but I really need to push it and write
more for it.  Though my priority is to do
the re-design that is in my head. 
Ideally find someone willing to help write articles too.  Anyone know any journalism students in
Reading?  One day Ubereadoolische, the
next day Mixmag?
5. Web Development. 
Once my DJ website is done, and Ubereadoolische is redesigned, I will
then make a website to offer my website creation skills.  Maybe I will do one or two websites for free
(well, cost of domain and hosting, which is very little) to build up my
portfolio.  This is my eventual intention career-wise.
6. Fracking Forum.  I
need to get this into the public domain so people use it.  But how? 
This is my road to riches.
7. Weather Forecast For Reading, Berkshire.  I started the year on 233 followers.  My goal for this year is 450.  There isn’t a lot I can do to influence the
amount of followers other than give accurate forecasts consistently and wait
for some exciting weather so people share the page.  I do need a more professional photo
though.  I might even do a tiny spot of
Facebook advertising, see if it works.
8. Clubbing.  6 London
trips.  Much of this depends on my main
clubbing partner’s schedule but we are in agreement that this year we need to
be more clever about the parties we choose – lesser name DJs at nice venues
meaning nicer crowds to cater for my Hull-born snobbery.  NO MORE PEOPLE GOING “WHOA WHOA”.  FFS. 
Though not forgetting Ricardo at fabric and Sven at Building Six.  And I will go to local nights a plenty now
Reading has a booming scene – especially to those DJs and promoters who have
supported me.
9. Holidays.  At my
age it is ridiculous that I have only been to 9 countries.  This must go up.  I want to go to both Ireland and Belgium this
year which are both achievable in terms of cost and distance.  I am not going to say something as stupid as
don’t go to Ibiza.  But I will try to
avoid temptation!  The dream is still
storm chasing in America but I will not have £3,000.00 by April in time for storm-chasing season.  Or at any point this year.
10. Get On My Bike.  I
did buy a bike last year.  I will
eventually get on it and ride it.  100m
is the target for 2014.  That is in
metres, not miles.
11. Lose Weight.  This
year I will lose weight.  I am starting
at 94kg and I want to get down to 89kg.
12. More Family Time. 
It isn’t easy finding time and the money to get back to Hull (I tend to
either have time or money but not both!) but I will try to see my family more,
13. Charity.  I am
going to increase my charity budget this year. 
Each year I have a budget based on a % of my wage, not a huge sum as I
am hardly swimming in money but I do have more than some so I would like to
give more.  When it comes to sponsorship,
I will expand from close family and close friends only, and will consider
sponsoring anyone who is an active friend and supports me in what I do,
especially if they come and support me DJing at least once in a blue moon. 
Give and take in this life.  Do
not waste your time asking me for sponsorship when you haven’t bothered
speaking to me for a year!
14. Dating.  Go on at
least one date.  I managed a grand total
of zero last year and the year before. 
Perhaps I should make a bit of effort though?
15. Blogging.  New
Year means new blog.  I haven’t decided
what yet but I have a couple of ideas.
16. Become a style icon. 
Money that I spent on going out in previous years does need to be spent
on upgrading my wardrobe.  Though all I
really need to do to become a style icon is to grow my mullet longer, surely?
17. Detox.  Yes I am
going to attempt a detox for the month of February.  Though it only starts when I first wake up in
February (just in case I go out on Friday 31st January!).
18. Buy some short shorts. 
I guess this comes under being a style icon but I think it is so
important to my destiny to have some short shorts.  Short shorts would guarantee number 14 being
19. Eat lots of pies.  I am on a mission to eat all the different types at Sweeney Todd’s, for my blog.

Minimum Wage & The Proposed Increase

Just 3 years ago I would have told you that the minimum wage
is a bad policy.  My belief was based
more on theory of neo-classical economics, the ideas of supply and demand – the
higher the price for wages, the lower the demand and hence higher the
unemployment.  Good for those with a job –
bad for those wanting a job.
I do like to challenge my own beliefs, and reading
conclusions from various studies, the outcome of minimum wages in the UK and
across the world is not as conclusive as I expected.
There is no definitive answer, like in much of economics
(which is why economics is so fascinating a subject).  The thinking does seem to be that a minimum
wage does not have a negative effect on unemployment, at least to a value,
estimated to be at 50% of the median wage.
However there are some interesting facts:
1. Youth unemployment has risen consistently since the early
2000’s, not long after the minimum wage was brought in (remember much of this
year the economy was growing strongly as Gordon Brown had eliminated “Tory Boom
& Bust”.  Replacing it of course with
“Labour’s banker’s boom and worst ever bust in living memory”…forgive me for
the reminder, I will try to make it my only one).
2. General unemployment is stubbornly high in poorer and
more traditional working class areas.
3. Inequality went up during the last government, not
down.  Did the minimum wage actually
redistribute wealth as it was supposed to?
The median wage in the UK is around £26,000.00.  Assuming an average of 37.5 hours work a week
gives an hourly wage of £13.33.  50% of
the median wage is therefore £6.67.
The government proposal is to increase the minimum wage to
£7.00 an hour.  This is not too far over
what is the estimated safe minimum wage in terms of not having a negative effect
on unemployment.
But the UK is not at all equal.
The median wage in London and the south-east is much higher
than in the majority of the rest of the country.  Housing costs are much lower in many parts of
the country, generally where unemployment is higher.
Britain is too diverse. 
We need regional minimum wages.
My proposal is for an even higher minimum wage for London –
say £7.50 or even £8.00.  Keep the
recommended proposed increase to £7.00 in areas of the south-east with very high housing costs,
and anywhere else in the country that is appropriate.
But for the rest of the country, particularly those post-industrial
areas which really do struggle with high unemployment and all the difficulties
this brings, the minimum wage must NOT rise.  In fact, it should fall (perhaps this would
need some kind of protection for current workers?).
My thinking behind this is to rebalance the economy away
from London and the south-east, giving employers a solid reason to move work or
open new factories/offices, etc in areas of high unemployment.  A knock-on effect could also be to reduce the
pressure on housing in London and the south-east.
Of course this policy should be reviewed periodically because if it worked,
then eventually, probably over the course of a couple of decades, regional
inequality and unemployment should reduce.
A lot of people will disagree with me but I believe that
George Osborne does have far more empathy for those of lesser means that most
people give him credit for and actually grasps, as much as someone with a lot
of inherited wealth can (though he is not as rich as Russell Brand is), the
daily struggle of many.
This government has actually done a fair amount for the
poorest in society, increasing the tax threshold to £10,000.00 and bringing
2 million out of income tax altogether, not to mention increased employment.  Not to mention a reduction in inequality so far.
I added that it is not the government who decides the minimum wage – that is the role of the Low Pay Commission.  Though it does sound an instruction to do so, to me.
Whether or not you agree with the economics of a rise in the minimum wage, this is wise politics
and quite amusing to see the Conservatives encroaching Labour’s natural working
class ground, whilst Labour is trying to win over the middle-classes.  Whether the Conservatives will be rewarded
with votes from the lower/working classes in 2015 is another matter.
Don’t forget George Osborne will be fighting Boris Johnson
for the nomination of next Conservative leader. 
Why not follow up rescuing the economy with redistribution if you want
to be the next Prime Minister?

I am interested in your thoughts.

Counting Calories

A while back I was taking the piss out of my housemate for
scanning every single thing he ate to count calories.  Though I probably had a point as Kate Moss
needs to lose more weight than he does.
However I have finally succumbed to yet another layer of
life administration after hearing further commendations to said calorie
counting app – as beautiful as I may be, arguably I could do to lose a fair few kilograms
(or lots of 2.2046226218 pounds for those of you still spending shillings).
2014 is the year that I will lose weight.  I have no doubt about that.
So I started counting calories last month on the days I
could actually remember my consumption given that it was party season, and made
it to 4,800 calories one day which I thought was exceptionally
impressive.  Other people I spoke to were
only managing 1,500 to 2,500 a day – I was doing twice that!

Truly kicking ass.  My competitive nature
coming out.
But those who know me well will know that not only am I
competitive, I very much like to do things against the grain so now I am trying
to eat as few calories as possible.  Instead of
eating more than my target, I am eating less.
The other day I would have had just 1,300 were it not for two
mince pies.  Who knew that mince pies
were that calorific?
The robot reckons I can eat 1,800 calories plus exercise per
day – so with my 80 minutes walking that is an allowance of 2,200
My lowest is 1,817 (which would have been 1,317 were it not
for those two mince pies).  So far so
good, I have lost over 2kg in a week, probably too much actually as I am coming
below my weight-losing calorie amount each day…I doubt it will be that easy next week as that was mostly excess Christmas baggage.
I have been cooking this rather healthy breakfast – a poached
egg with smoked salmon on top of spinach, cooked with pepper and a touch of
nutmeg.  A seriously tasty breakfast and around
240 calories.
Gosh I am one of those sad fuckers now, aren’t I?  But I will be the one laughing when I have my
beach body perfect for next holiday in the tropical paradise of Bridlington.
Anyone know how many calories in a Sweeney Todd’s pie?!

Skint. Again!

So I am skint again. 
I have enough for rent, bills, food and the train to work but my fun
budget for the rest of the month is just £14.00.
I knew it was coming. 
I spent wildly during the last 6 weeks of 2013, with 3 trips to London
and 1 to Manchester, plus Christmas presents and some treats for myself.  I had a lot of fun though.
There is something perversely enjoyable about being skint,
it’s a bit like getting sunburnt.
I enjoy the challenge of making what little money I do have
last.  There is much more of a feeling of
reward when I do allow myself a little treat – this Friday, for example, I am
going to treat myself to a Sweeney Todd’s pie.
I review every item of expenditure, I have managed to reduce my weekly food shopping bill by £15 so far – I have also lost weight in just a week of minimal expenditure, I cannot afford a sausage and bacon sandwich in the morning, for example, so I have cereal at 10% of the cost.
Also it is healthier – no alcohol and no caffeine.  I am actually quite happy being skint.  I could have avoided it and spent more sensibly but I think deep down I wanted a period of frugality.
On the downside it is boring and lonely not having
money.  I do have a lot of friends, a
fair few that are overdue a catch up but normally this involves going out for a
drink or a meal, sometimes trains to other cities – all of which costs money!  I even shockingly find myself thinking it would be nice to have a girlfriend.  Oh shit, have I just admitted in public that I am not gay?  Oops.

So I find myself staying in at the weekends.  By
I will however celebrate my birthday, I have a budget for that.  I always get a bit
nervous come birthday invitation time, in case nobody turns up.  Birthdays are usually a lot of fun but I
always have that thought in the back of my head – what if nobody turns up?  Stupid paranoia, I know.
If you don’t know what I am doing for my birthday
(actual date 22nd January, celebrating 25th January) and you are a friend of mine as opposed
to just a random, and would like to join me please ask.
The other advantage of being skint and not having my weekends filled up with social adventures means that I can spend time on my web design project.  I have just about come up with the template for my DJ website so I can get that done.  Then I need to re-design, bring it into this century.  Finally I will then make a website with my little portfolio to hopefully get some business – that is the plan anyway.
If it comes off I won’t be so skint next time I over-indulge.

Review of 2013 Goals

It only took me until August to write down my goals for
2013.  I’ve been busy this year, and seemingly more productive.
I find setting goals for my life at the beginning of the year helpful – writing them down reminds me during the year of what I am trying to achieve.
In grey are my original goals – in black is the reality.
1. Continue to do well at work and beat targets.  At some
point though I do need to increase how much I earn.
I pretty much kicked the arse out of my targets at
work.  Refreshing to have a goal all about work, I am enjoying my job and
getting good results.  Goal achieved.
2. Studying.  I really want to continue to learn web
design, in particular CSS3 and also Photoshop.
I have studied sadly infrequently as work tends to get
in the way.  Only if I get up at 530am do I get time to study – you probably
don’t need to guess this is rather infrequent.  However I have learnt a decent
enough amount of CSS now to make much more modern looking websites than I could,
and I have made inroads into learning Photoshop too, with some designs
completed.  Goal part-achieved.
3. My web sites.  Start updating Ubereadoolische every
week and see where I can take it.  Also design and implement
I update once a month at best and haven’t
started though I do own the domain.  Started
instead. Goal part-achieved, at best.
4. DJing.  Last year I DJ’d out four times, twice for me
and twice for others.  I really want to step this up now I have had my first few
sets under my belt and are much improved.
I have definitely upped the stakes in the DJing, I am
now getting fairly regular bookings at around one a month which is perfect.  My
set after the boat party was the first one that I did really well and had quite
a lot of compliments from.  I am getting somewhere.  Goal definitely
5. Free House Project.  It’s a lot of work and it costs me
money but I think I need to have another crack at this.
I made a vague attempt back in January and it fell at
the first hurdle.  The dream is still there but there is no point in doing it
without the right venue.  The two main reasons I was doing it was because nobody
else was doing underground house music on a regular basis in Reading in 2012
(one or two occasional exceptions) – this is no certainly longer the case.  Also
it was the easiest way to get a DJ set – I am hardly lacking opportunities to
play out now.  So goal not completed.
6. Weather Forecast For Reading Page.  Started on around
35 likes – aim to get at least 100 by the end of 2013.  I need to devise a
marketing campaign.
I didn’t do a marketing campaign.  The weather did that
for me when it snowed, when the heatwave began and when the “worst-ever storm”
was on its way.  From 35 to 230 followers.  Goal smashed.
7. London.  Now and again I have this craving to live
there, and I think I should at least investigate how much it would cost, what I
would need to earn to live there, what accommodation I could afford, etc.  I
love the house I am in and am settled but if close friends keep moving away then
maybe maybe.
I did not look into this.  The lure of London faded as
I became more settled during the year – the resurgent nightlife in Reading being
a big factor.  Goal not achieved but I don’t care.
8. Clubbing.  I think clubbing 12 times is a reasonable
target.  Maybe sneak Cocoon In The Park in too.
Enough clubbing trips to keep me satisfied, I am happy
with it being more occasional now as I have other priorities, as much as I love
clubbing.  If you count Reading then I went clubbing 20-30 times – if not then
about 8 I think.  Goal achieved.
9. Ibiza.  DO NOT GO!  I must go on holiday to somewhere
different.  Assuming I can actually afford a holiday.
Yep.  I went to Ibiza. Nowhere else.  Goal failed but
who cares – I went to Ibiza and had a jolly good time and only had to listen to
the new Daft Punk album 527 times.
10. Get On My Bike.  I need to get less unfit.  I should
buy a bike and start ramming into some pavement cyclists.  “These are my
pavements now”.
Probably my least-likely goal but I bought a bike.  I
changed the seat height.  I sat on it.  The bike still hasn’t gone anywhere. 
Goal half-achieved.
11. Badminton.  Getting fit part two.  Finding someone to
play with is not exactly easy.
I didn’t find anyone to play with regularly.  But I
did have one game.  Goal part-achieved.
12. Eat Less Gravy – Ha ha only joking but I want to step
up recent efforts to cook properly (ie following a recipe and trying new
things), from once every 2-3 weeks to at least once a week.
I probably did eat less gravy and I cooked way more
new meals, at least one a week on average conjuring up some very nice food and
discovering crazy foods like peppers and mushrooms.  Goal devoured like a pint
of thick gravy.
13. Lose weight – I started the year at a hefty 95kg so a
fall to 90kg would be nice and now I actually believe I can lose weight, unlike
last year where I believed it was impossible. 
I did lose a little bit of weight – I varied between
91kg and 95kg, so if you average that out at 93kg then I have lost a little bit
of weight but not as much as I wanted.  Goal 40% achieved.

A 53% success rate – or 63% if you remove the 2 that I don’t care about failing.

Not bad but 2014 needs to be better.  And will be.

Welcome To All Romanians & Bulgarians

I appreciate that I am a few days late but I would like to formally welcome citizens of Romania and Bulgaria to the free movement of labour within the European Union that I am proud to be a part of.

Some will of course fear you taking their jobs, stealing their benefits but I am not so negative and I embrace immigration.

The previous wave of Eastern European Union immigration brought a whole wave of exceptionally attractive young ladies to the UK.  I am of the belief that there are rather attractive young ladies in Bulgaria and Romania too and just like many businesses, I look forward to further talent immigrating to the UK.

Of course it works both ways and with the huge difference in house prices between the UK and Bulgaria/Romania, one questions how long it will be before many relatively rich Britons will be selling up their average two-bedroom poky flat for £250,000.00 and buying a luxury seaside apartment in aforementioned countries for just 20% of the price.

I also read a while back, sadly I cannot find the article to back this up, that the country with the highest amount of emigration to the European Union, is………yes, the United Kingdom (again I cannot recall if this is the total amount or proportionate amount of population, sorry).  We may moan about immigration but we love to take advantage of the opportunities free movement within the European Union brings.

I ask also, would you want to fill in a visa application for every trip to Ibiza?  I assume not.

On a personal level, one of my very closest friends ever is from one of the original Eastern European accession countries from the controversial 2004 intake.  You could also class me as an economic migrant given that I am from the relatively poor north of England, working in the relatively rich south.  I guess it depends on how you see borders.  I see a European border.  A welcoming European border that will gradually expand in years to come.

My identity is not only Hull, Yorkshire, Reading and Berkshire, it is English, British and European.

Bring on the immigrants.

(Bulgaria, Bulgaria, Romania, Romania).

New Year’s Eve at The Egg

There are 3 occasions of the year I despise.  More than any other is Valentine’s Day.  Next up is Halloween.  Then comes New Year’s Eve.  Overpriced and packed with nobheads.  I was reluctant to go out, I really could not
afford to do so but eventually I cracked and was persuaded otherwise.  Maybe this would be the night that finally
made me appreciate New Year’s Eve.
It was the first time that I had been into London for New
Year.  We seemed to choose the most
convoluted way to get there upon arriving into London Paddington with 2 tubes,
1 overground and a 20 minute walk, via an Irish country-folk sing-along pub.  Normally I investigate the quickest route
myself but I had forgotten this part – on the way back I figured out it actually
only required 1 tube and a 20 minute walk.
Pleasingly easy to get into The Egg once we finally arrived, a short
queue to get in and equally so for the cloakroom queue.  Other clubs take note please.  Managed a get a beer in time for midnight and
headed to the dancefloor.  Midnight
passed without incident.  Immediately followed by
turgidly cheesy music.  Celebrate good times indeed.
Tania Vulcano then came on and played a really good, groovy
house set with touches of more minimal sounds. 
Pretty much my ideal music.  Sadly
the room was unbearably hot and I could only manage relatively short periods
inside – not to mention a few people that were utterly stinking.  Please may I request that if you are going to
share a dancefloor with me to get a shower and use anti-persperant before going
to a nightclub.  Oh yeah and if you are going to take ecstasy please take a shit before you go out – someone had seemingly emptied their
bowels in their pants…one assumes this was the reason anyway.
Cassy followed and was also very good, a class act as usual, though
again the heat was unbearable – as it was in all rooms with sweat dripping from
the ceiling in the main room.  Not sure
if I like that or not – I was hardly unsweaty myself before I got continuously
dripped on so I guess it equals it out – it gives it a certain atmosphere but
it is a touch minging.  Maybe I am too
much of a snob.
Then shortly after 3am I was in the middle of an incident
which totally put a dampener on my night. 
My blog is not the place to go into details but it totally ruined my
night and put me on an unrecoverable downer. 
Caused by a member of the club’s staff and absolutely disgraceful
behaviour.  A full complaint will be
I stayed for a while but my mood was soured, I tried not to
let on to anyone else I was with the extent of how pissed off I was – not
wanting to put a downer on anyone else’s night, most of my friends seemed to
have a really good time but the rest of the night was a struggle for me to get
through.  I ended up wishing that I had
stayed in and had a midnight dump like my original plan.
On the bright side I did get to spend new year with some of
my very dearest friends, there was a variety of mostly good music,  good sound-systems, plus I met some nice
people (and a few tossers, not to mention being serenaded by a group of
foot-shufflers on my way out which was a wonderfully ironic way to finish off a
disappointing night).  All things in a
non-comedown perspective it certainly could have been worse.  Life isn’t perfect and my disappointing night
of course pales into insignificance compared to the hardships many across the world face – and I was reminded of the fragility of life just this morning.  I am well aware and thankful of the blessed
life I am lucky to have.
Annoyingly we then went on a wild goose chase trying to find the cloakroom (I knew where it was but I was being ignored!)  But had we actutally not wandered around pointlessly we could have been caught up in a rather nasty violent incident as someone was seriously kicking off at the exit.  As I said it could have been much worse.
Still my worst night out of 2013 by a long-shot and
hopefully my only bad night out of 2014. 
It will probably be the last time that I go into London for New Year.  And certainly the last time I go to The Egg.  A total waste of money I didn’t have and I am
rather pissed off with myself.
I would wish you a happy new year but I am too much of a
miserable fucker today.
There might be a pint of gravy tonight.