Hello dear readers, I hope some of you are still there and check in occasionally to see what purls of wisdom I have purveyed. Of course I have purveyed nothing recently. I am the only person I can blame for my lack of bloggging -not good form for a man who wants to write for a living. Truth be told there has been resistance in anything to do with writing. I have been rushing about distracting myself with daily life but have been bothered constantly by a sub-conscious feeling. It is like the nagging voice of my mother, and it is telling me that I should be focusing more on what I want to do!
But what is it I want to do? That is a tricky question and I would be being hard on myself to expect to answer it at the age of 23. How many of you know what you want to do? Do any of you have a plan? I don't know and have perhaps been over-burdening myself with the pressure that I must figure out my future plan all in one go and that is probably why I haven't got very far! So baby steps, baby steps...
First of all I am going to be more self--disciplined and make writing a part of my daily life. Even if nothing particularly exciting has happened in the day, I will still write.
I would like to posit that there is always something worth writing about even on the most mundane of days. That is a theory I am going to put to the test. I am going to observe events in my normal daily routine and attempt to write about it, no matter how insignificant they may seem. I believe that with the creativity of language you can make anything interesting and even funny.
In which case, what better way to start than with today - a wet and highly average Monday morning.
After having arrived at work in one shape and remarkably unscathed and dry considering the weather's tormented tendencies these days, I sat down at my desk and did what millions of people across the world do each day - switched on my computer. I then proceeded to the kitchen where I filled the kettle and made my breakfast - a pretty average day so far you might say and you will probably add a pretty boring day as well. Just bare with me.
Once breakfast was safely consumed (I say safely because I have the tendency to attempt multi-tasking when eating, i.e I attempt to read off a computer screen and chew at the same time. Having obviously progressed not much further than Neanderthal eating skills, I tend to accidentally swallow unchewed pieces of granola which then lead to the delightful tune of an epiglottis in flux.) Where was I, oh yes once breakfast was safely consumed with no projectile Heimlich removers employed, I proceeded to gulp my tea (another potential mine-field for me: having not learned from the breakfast that multi-tasking is hazardous, I continue on my path of most-probable doom until inevitably one gulp too much ends up in splattered tea all over my desk-top and most definitely the poor unfortunate colleague sitting opposite me. It is at this point that I retire to the 'restroom' - I need a rest by then, and clean myself up) All this and I haven't even started work yet!
So at about 10.00am and by the time I had finally surpassed my usual morning calamities, I accompanied my colleagues to see the venue for our in-house conference 'Energy Choices'. It is held in Church House, right beside Westminster Abbey and is in itself part of a world-unesco heritage site. It is in a beautiful location and as you step into the Dean's Yard off the abbey, you try hard to believe you are still in London such is the tranquility offset partly by the historic aesthetic. In one of our main conference rooms a plaque tells how Churchill's most solemn speech to the nation, made at Britain's darkest hour in 1940 was broadcast from that very room. It also told of many other occasions during the war when he would broadcast from there.
After this, I went back to work and sat for the rest of the day in meetings. I can give you an idea of how bored I was: At one particularly low point I tried in my head to work out the percentage of one sixth of 60 million. The reason for this being I had read a BBC article the previous day on the perception of overcrowding in Britain. It stated that only 12% of British land is actually developed. Marc then challenged me to ask how much of London counted as a proportion of the population. To cut a very long story short, I had reached the point where I thought I could keep myself amused with mental arithmetic! And the horrifying truth? It did keep me amused. I was also quick to find out how amusing it was for my colleagues as apparently the expression I pull when trying to work out complex sums is akin to a baby that is in the process of filling its nappy.
Once the meetings were over, my manager and I trundled back to our desks bleary-eyed and docile - I'm sure they put something in that ventilation system. My work day was fast-approaching its end, and it had flown by. All that was left for me to do was make the misguided decision to take the Tube home at rush-hour. I pressed my 'bad' place so far into a woman's behind just to nudge myself in that that I felt it appropriate to coo to her in a silly voice "oh this is rather cosy!" -no need to state the bleeding obvious.
I leave it there, as you can see it was an average day and really nothing spectacular happened but I did manage to say something about it. Farewell for now.
