Plus ça change…
So there I was, all ready to begin in top-notch super-motivated resolution-making mode. One minor plan among several exciting drunken ideas I had was to blog more. I’m not sure why I had this idea, and this is probably precisely why it’s taken until now to do the first entry of the year…
But anyway.
I once wrote a diary. It was of my 21st year - from my 20th to 21st birthdays - and I have to admit that, even if it does run out of steam by August, it makes mildly amusing reading in places. Cringeworthy in others, but that’s diaries for you.
Thing is, it’s now more than a decade later, and that’s a bit bloody astonishing.
Looking back at the diary, I really do seem a decade younger. All a bit “he said, she said” and “life is shit, ho hum”. A strong whiff of whinging depressive cynic… so, good to know I’m at least consistent. I can confidently state that I’m a bit less of a whinging depressive cynic now though. A bit less.
Anyway, at one point I thought it might be quite clever to try doing a diary that ran in parallel with the 1996 version. “This is what I was doing when I was 20, and this is what I was doing when I was 30…” You get the gist.
But I’ve missed the boat for that now. Nevermind. Probably a blessing in disguise for all concerned to be honest.
So, shall we do a diary for 2007? Report back on the new me, the one who Gets Things Done?
One step at a time, eh?












