In chronological order:
1. The sausage roll I just bought. With a big pile of ketchup.
2. Scratching the 3 scratchcards that I just bought. I allow myself one a week – gambling seems the right thing to do when unemployed, and I won £6 last weekend which is my highest win all year. So I have re-invested.
3. Gravy. I need gravy. It is my most reliable and available cure, though it does mean a walk to Morrison’s and I am not in the mood to get off the sofa. Bugger.
4. A day of politics and news. As I said, I cannot be bothered to get off the sofa so I will lose myself in the joy of politics.
5. Going home for Christmas. Nothing like a bit of time with the family, they know how to make me feel appreciated, unconditional love, a rare thing. And I much appreciate it, especially in uncertain times, which no matter how much I put a positive spin on things, I am in uncertain times in my life. Though I won’t appreciate the first thing my mam says which will be “oh you’ve put on weight”…yes I know…say something nice please when I walk through the door…my inability to not put on weight is the quickest and easier way to make me depressed…and it is getting to me at the moment, I don’t need it pointing out, ta. Once I get past that bit, then I know I will have a lovely Christmas with those most important to me, who I don’t see enough of…I do wish there was a way to get up and back without having to fork out £80-£90 on a train ticket. Greedy bastards. Thankfully, I have a lift this time so only a petrol contribution is required…though I am on pre-warning of how diabolical he is going to make the music, I think especially for me.
6. Going to Hull. Yes, the place I love to hate. Or hate to love. But it is where I am from and is a big part of why I am who I am, love me or loathe me. And it is always an exceptional reminder that I am lucky. Despite the frustrations and imperfections of life, I do have it pretty damn good.
7. Groovetech on 30th December. The one regular saving grace of the underground house/techno scene in Reading at the moment, for me. And you might know just how important music is to me. It is long overdue me getting completely smashed and having a good night…ok two weeks as we stand now, but that is a long time and come 30th December it will have been four weeks.
8. New Years Eve. I don’t like this occasion particularly, but last year I stumbled across the perfect way to do it, quite literally, by staying in by myself, having a couple of bottles of wine, a shot of absinthe and getting my paintbrushes out. I have two paintings in my heart that I want to get out, neither are especially easy. I didn’t want to do new year on my own last year – but it turned out to be one of the best new year’s eve’s ever so why change a formula that works.
9. A trip to fabric, hopefully, in January. A couple of very interesting line-ups in January, noticeably on 14th and 28th, I would very much like to do one of those. As I said earlier, I cannot be bothered today – the sooner I return to my sofa and have that sausage roll, the better, so if you want to know what they are, go look on their website for yourself!
10. And finally, my birthday. Me and my sister are going to watch Hull City vs Reading at the Majeski Stadium on 21st January, it was so much fun last year, so I am delighted that the football league have once again arranged this fixture for my birthday weekend. Knowing me and my sister, we will go out for drinks afterwards…knowing me…and my sister too, we will go to the Oakford…I’m not sending Facebook event invites out or anything, I am not overly fussed about celebrating it, I am just going to do something that I really want to do, which is go watch the football with my delightful sister, and whatever else happens, happens, and whoever joins will join. I did consider dragging her to fabric in retaliation for her dragging me to some god-awful dingy drunken rock/indie club for her birthday (I did make it nearly until the club closed…somehow!) but I am not sure I would appreciate a night of Efdemin and Skudge…let alone my sister. And no Craig Richards?! Huh?! Why does Craig Richards never play fabric on my birthday weekend?
Right, quick e-mail to fabric and then that sausage roll…last week’s unwatched Newsnights and the political review of European politics here I come.