Well, the whole damn world’s posted about it already now, but I need to hammer it home anyway. I’ve just about stopped reeling. Mr D Bowie celebrated his 66th birthday today with the release of his first single for aeons and an album coming in March—his first since Reality in September 2003.
I’m not sorry to see 2003 go. It was in some ways a significant year… we got the house move situation sorted out, finally, and I made the arguably foolish decision to kiss Der State Benefit System goodbye because I no longer felt my life was my own…
That said, I can no longer define a year as a unit as precisely as I felt I once could. Each year once appeared to have a particular ‘personality,’ which no longer seems to be the case (to me). Well, after all, a year is just an arbitrary unit of measurement, so the former impression was probably illusory.
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I do watch sport occasionally. Just not football. Football is the work of the Devil. (If you’re American: I mean soccer.) Mostly it’s athletics or tennis I tolerate fairly well.
So Tim Henman’s into the second week of Wimbledon. Again. Will he actually make it through to the final this time? I think, probably not. Having said that, this tendency to slag him off because he’s never won does piss me off a bit. I mean, let’s bear in mind the stream of no-hopers (at least in the men’s game) England has produced, like, for as long as I’ve been alive, pretty much. Tim’s track record is incredibly consistent and creditable.
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Yep, the domain’s up and running. If you’re accessing this via chrissie.datasnake.co.uk, update your bookmarks to www.chezchrissie.co.uk. (Not that many people even know this site… Read More »Welcome to My Domain!