It’s been over a year since I last posted on here. November 2019 to be exact. I’ve kept up my portfolio and mixtape pages.. but this one (including my well-intentioned V&V series) has been left truly neglected.
And that’s not because I didn’t have anything to say.. ’cause I did.
I usually do have something to say.
Like many others, I spent 2020 locked down, working from home, finding excuses to drink (when have I ever NOT done this), getting over my fear of video calls.. and writing in my diary. Like on actual paper. With a pen. Remember those?
One thing that surprised me – other than the fact my handwriting is atrocious – was how much poured out of me in those early days of lockdown. The FIRST lockdown. March and April ’20 were unusually warm and sunny and the situation.. while pretty concerning was more of a novelty than anything.
I wrote what I’d done each day – which back then usually consisted of watching the latest film in the Marvel Marathon (my Mother’s choice), sitting outside in the sun and turning a slightly darker shade of magnolia plus drinking sangria (again, blame my Mam).
The phrase “Back to normality by Christmas” seemed legitimately a given then. Like, obviously things will have blown over by then.. right? With family members considered ‘vulnerable’ the situation slowly got more and more worrying. Just washing your hands while singing Happy Birthday didn’t quite seem to be cutting it..
I know I’m covering familiar territory here. We were all there. We went through it and we still are. But I suppose this is my weak excuse as to why I didn’t blog (at all) through the weirdest year in living memory.
I was doing other things.
And I don’t mean getting fit or taking up knitting or learning Russian.. although props to you if you did any of those things. To be totally honest – I was just tryna get through each day. Everyday. Surviving. Mentally, physically and humorously.
Here’s a few things I did during 2020..
Napped. Had too much news intake. Drank too much. Gave up smoking (yes, really). Missed my friends..a lot. Demolished a fair few takeaways. Got a dog. Walked the dog. Wrote about music lots and lots. Made many many playlists. Missed gigs. Missed the pub. Watched Youtube. Worked out how to use Zoom..sort of. Listened to vinyl. Changed my hair. Retained a mostly uneventful love-life. Took selfies. Painted concrete toadstools. Read books. Lost weight. Put on weight. Gave up writing in purely lowercase. Felt hopeless. Found the funny side. Marvelled and/or cringed at the whole host of political bollocks on display. Spent more time with my parents than ever before. Started studying again. Made memes.
So here we are Saturday 9 January 2021. A whole week and a bit into the new year. And I’m posting a blog piece. Finally. Was it worth the wait? Probably not. But there will be more where this came from. I promise.
Be kind to yourselves. I love ya x
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