...why don't we talk about flowers and shit?
The last few days of December are contagiously nostalgic for me each time around.. And in a desperate attempt to trap the worthwhile events, I like to make lists in the hope all you wankstains realise I did do a bit more the whole year instead of liking everyone's statuses on Facebook.My favourite moments of 2010:
Occupation of my secondary school library:
This was in no way a political occupation... I am questioning myself if it was an occupation at all. More like trespassing into forbidden grounds. It was an abandoned school library that someone found a way into and it acted a bit like the Room of Requirements for some 30-odd students, except our only requirements were smoking spliffs and some serious vandalising of the place. There were even brains at work behind a mastermind plan on robbing that abandoned building filled with printers, monitors that amounted upto at least £3000. I'm sure it sounds like I am bragging at any opportunity given about an event which doesn't quite deserve braggin, but there was something noble about the whole thing. Youth in revolt... And if you weren't part of it, you can shut up son.
Reading Fest. 2010:
Apart from this festival holding stage to the most pretentious people coming from all over U.K, it was pretty damn legendary. Particularly loved the gangly ambience the Lock Up Stage had. The certain elitism from the punk/alternative kids looking down on all the indies and others was quite inspiring, in a way... I spent ridiculously less money on food and other requirements than most my friends, mainly because a lot of the things I required was looted from Tesco and also because I wasn't cunt enough to spend £5 on chips from the arena. Hence coming back with a hefty £30 quid after it was over.
The Tesco Value tents were to us what the Paris cafes were to the French revolutionaries. We in our drunken stupefied states plotted our own revolutions. Also in the sense that I got fucked to bits in those, alcohol-wise.
22nd October 2010:
'Tis the date I reached 2 years with my beautiful chicka. It felt quite monumental. Though it wasn't the jubilee or nothing, it sure felt like it deserved a title other than '2 Year Anniversary'. Discovered some classy French place, courtesy of Time Out, tried some 'Kir Royale' and cousin that shit is tasty. Oh and deer meat, it turns out, is quite nice too. Go medium though.
I'm going a bit Hairy Bikers here with the food comments. It was really the journey with my girl that made the day beautiful. We've had a rollercoaster of a journey in our 2 years; and that's coming from a guy who hates that cliche. If the Irish did a really pissed-off Eastenders, we'd be sure to have a household in Albert Square.
Going to college:
This step from school to college was much in need for me halfway through the year as the whole education system had it's hands around my neck and was about to choke the shit out of me. I realised into the last year of secondary education that I much better suit independent learning. I realise the importance of the whole education system, but more importantly, I realised that the education system is more of a preliminary to further knowledge instead of being the ultimate institution to better oneself.
The stuff I am most knowledgable of didn't come out of syllabus textbooks, instead I like to credit it to my borderline insomnia problems, in result of which I stayed up late on Sunday nights reading up on Karl Marx but instantly regretting it the next school day as I was sent to inclusion to somehow 'fix up' on my sleeping problems. Something told me though, the stuff that I learned in my own time out of my own will will come to be more useful to me than what the shit that came out of the mouth of the teacher in front of me.
Kudos to whoever that did get great G.C.S.E results though.
Student protests:
2010- the year the word 'kettling' entered a teenager's dictionary.
How I love the politicized youth.
Yours Truly
Cunt