Just over two weeks ago, I flew out of Glasgow, this dear green place. After what felt like one million hours in transit, I arrived in Adelaide and spent the festive season eating real fruit and vegetables (none of your painted rocks that you call ‘avocado’, ‘cherry’ and ‘mango’, Scotland), marvelling at the healthy and attractive Australians just wandering about the place all tall and tanned, and running around like a blue-arsed fly trying to catch up with every single person that I have ever met.
It was a pretty big two weeks, flogstars. I arrived back in Glasgow less than 24 hours ago. What would be hilarious, is if I tried RIGHT NOW to write a post that made sense.
It’s been an impressively productive 24 hours, mind you – I’ve done a load of washing, had my tranny-nails removed and replaced with a dark shimmery purple Shellac job…
real reason I didn’t flog while away – I couldn’t type
…attended to some overdue facial threading (everything really DOES grow faster in the warm weather), been to the supermarket twice, went for a hour-long walk, done a shift at the Qwik-E-Mart, and slept for 10 hours uninterrupted. I’ve also already made serious inroads into plans for my next holiday.
Australia feels like a distant dream already. Luckily I took a billion pictures so I know it did actually happen.
so trusting!
So, January… 2014! This bleakest of months, where we are encouraged to take a good, hard, critical look at our lives, dwell on our various failures and inadequacies, and make vague/unrealistic resolutions to BE MORE BETTER. I’ve been asked a few times what my new year’s resolutions are, but as I’ve never really been into deadlines, I haven’t come up with any yet.
Also, why mess with perfection? I’m still basking in the glory of successfully adhering to last year’s, which were “spend more time and money on makeup”, “buy (minimum) 1 x CD per payday” and “take every possible opportunity to see a live band.”
I slipped up on that last one when I didn’t go see The Who, but as I am so good at buying 79p classic rock albums second hand on Amazon, this wasn’t such a huge problem. Sometimes – if seeing The Who involves spending money you don’t have – you have to let it slide, flip through your millions of CDs, and listen at home instead. Ah, home. Where Keith Moon is still alive, beer doesn’t cost £6/pint, and there’s no queue for the toilet. Rock n’ roll.
There are important life-improvement lessons for all of us in that anecdote, flogstars. Know what you want! Be specific! Be realistic! Cultivate and nurture interests that make you happy! Be #YOLO, but not so YOLO that you can’t pay the rent! Be prepared! I’ve got it all SO figured out. Have a read of this Vice article about how to be less broke in 2014 – while I suspect that the guy who wrote it probably wouldn’t like me much, he does make some constructive points.
Despite being on an extremely winning life formula, I can admit that I need to be better at keeping in touch with friends and family back in the land of Oz. I have no intention of swearing less, drinking less, eating less, playing with my smartphone less, or partaking in any of the other most popular ways to be miserable, so “install Skype” it is.Here’s Har Mar Superstar, that’s right, TWO songs in one flog post. Lose control with me.
See you on the other side of jetlag, lovers! xX
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