2012 in Review
2012 has been an eventful year, one way or another – so here’s my roundup (plus my resolutions for 2013).
As mentioned in my previous entry, I went to a lot of gigs and had a lot of fun times. I also went to Secret Garden Party with my good mate, Gennaro. It rained heavily and we had our tents ransacked, but we had a bloody good time. Touch of the Dunkirk spirit and all that. Also a lot of booze, MDMA and ketamine helped.
I went on holiday to Amsterdam on my own (*ahem*) – which was exciting and scary in equal measure – and came back with a new tattoo that I don’t remember getting done. In fact I had 6 new tattoos this year in total; a quiet year by my recent standards – but 2 of them are fairly large-scale. One of them is still in progress and is by Calypso Saga, a famous tattoo artist, and one that I can cross off my list.
Some of you may remember that there was a time when I’d be falling in love all the time; every other day I’d get hit by the thunderbolt. That started to wear off in 2011, but I’m glad to say that this year it happened again. Nothing came of it, but I did learn to back-roll (even if I still can’t manage to wolf whistle). I realise at this point I’m talking in riddles to some of you.
It wasn’t all fun and games; I had some bloody dark times too. Heavy bouts of insomnia and paranoia took hold at points. I also got warned not to contact certain women on Twitter via angry husbands. This is pretty funny when the irate warning has to be condensed down in to a 140 character length tweet.
The really low point was losing my job at Whitewater without any prior warning. The company just went in to liquidation overnight. It’s very scary being unemployed when you have a mortgage (and a drug habit). Luckily I found another job within 2 weeks, and I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier at work. I can no longer rant on Twitter that “I work with a right bunch of cunts” – because it wouldn’t be true. Also, Because they all follow me on there! Seriously, I do like all the people I’m at work with now, and I’ve never been able to say that about all of my colleagues in the past. I’m not going to name the company I’m with – mainly out of respect to them. I do swear a lot after all. I’ve worked on some wicked projects this year because of them, and I feel as if my opinion counts for a change.
It was was a year of drinking heavily and I tried acid for the first time in about 12 years (which was nice). I stayed out very late, very often and I woke up in some very strange places – park benches, unknown flats in Brixton etcetera. I ended up in some very unusual pubs and clubs – purely by chance – such as the G.A.Y in Soho and The Flying Dutchman in Camberwell (this story deserves a blog post in it’s own right. Coming soon). I met some cool and interesting people along the way, some of whom, I hope will be lifelong friends. Some of them, were right cunts.
In comparison to 2011, I think I’ve had a good year overall and I don’t regret any of it (except maybe not having more sex).
To finish up, here are my New Year’s Resolutions for 2013. They’re actually pretty similar to those I made back in 2010, although instead of looking to score heroin – I’ve moved on to the krokodil and crystal meth.
1. Have sex with a woman. This is pretty much top of my list every year, and has been since about 1991.
2. Go on holiday. I’m thinking Sardinia and Sweden.
3. Go to more festivals – Secret Garden Party, Primavera, Exit, Peace and Love etcetera.
4. Get some more tattoos. I want Calypso Saga to finish my leg and feet, and Liam Sparkes and Duncan X to finish my arm and shoulders.
5. I have an idea for a tattoo book series, which I think would be interesting. I’d like to get started on that.
6. I have an idea for a couple of new websites and projects. I can’t go in to any more detail at the moment, but I think they would be good!
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