My New Years eve was spent with her in my arms, laying in a hammock beneath a palm tree in just swim shorts and a towel. Warm, relaxed and counting my blessings, I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so satisfied with the previous year or so excited about the one to come.
That was 10pm
At 11:57pm I was in bed asleep, she tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to her watch, wanting to go out onto the balcony and watch the fireworks to see the new year in. I do not recall this. Apparently I nodded at her, murmured a word that sounded like “bluhmur” and rolled over back to sleep.
Not every moment can be like the movies.
I’ve been a bit quiet on here this month as i’ve been in Florida for the last fortnight. I’ve had a great holiday and a brilliant year. Thank you to everybody who has read my blog and to everyone who has entertained me with their posts. Happy new year!
When i was a kid i was never hugely into Disney. I enjoyed The Lion King and Aristocats but found the surplus of princess based films a little bit girly. My brother and i were never like the kids in those insufferable adverts.
Now, as a adult, i find myself practically bursting with excitement at the prospect of spending christmas and new year at Disneywold Florida with my lady. I have resolved to get into the spirit thoroughly and make up for lost time. I wonder if she’ll still stand next to me if i wear this Mickey hat for the entirety of the visit…
She’s happy now
So I hope that serves as
Some small comfort
As you sit sipping scrumpy
Alone in your apartment
Checking your phone for a text
From someone more interesting than
Your plan provider
If light alliteration can amuse and
Entertain then take that up as
Another pastime to help see you through
The longer you last without speaking shit
To her or anyone else can only be time well passed
Your prime, is gone like the wind
Technicolour and technically over
Or is it all a state of mind
What state is yours in right now
After one too many nights
Lapping at the teat of any of your many
Vices, metaphorical and as meaningless
As the last four years of your life
Time is short, or so they say
Youth is fleeting and wasted on the
Young, yet you could do a lot to slow it
Down, stop sliding down the slippery slope
Of slosh, drink, drunk
You are what you eat and if all that defines you
Is your seat at the bar
Your bank balance and beer belly
And the way the barmaids frown
With pity and disgust
Well, what a pity it is that it’s come to this