No one reads much at this end of the blog these days (not even me). So I can quite safely warble on about being all old and nostalgic about years long gone. Listening to Jellyfish and thinking about the strange, strange year that was 1993 (for me). Pondering 1988, seemingly a “nothing year” for me and yet after much research in my diaries, a year when loads of things happened.
Maybe I will write more about both years sometime soon here. Years when people born in them are now owning houses and having kids, and I am still wondering about the version of me that lived in them and…did I give him the future he wanted…? Will I judge me today sometime from the future looking back at me sat here scratching away at my thoughts and feelings on a lonesome old Sunday night?