One moment you’re revelling in being able to use your garden furniture for more than two weekends on the trot, the next you’re overhearing the word “Christmas” pop up in conversations like the awkward dinner party guest who turns up half an hour early, just as you’re switching your hairdryer on.
Also, you become another year older. Or I did, earlier this month. And as a result I’ve been thinking about time passing and I guess, more explicitly, ageing.
But here’s the thing – I’ve been thinking about it in a positive way.
Last week I worked my last shift as a producer on a little show you might have heard of called Good Morning Britain.
The world of breakfast telly is bonkers. You can never quite guarantee what’s going to happen next – so I have a lot of respect for the presenters and how they do their thing live on air at stupid o’clock in the morning.
To celebrate my departure, I had a go at taking on the weather – and quickly realised it’s even more fiddly and confusing than it looks. Many thanks to Alex Beresford for patiently giving me some much-needed guidance – and the best of luck to him as he competes in this year’s Dancing On Ice.
Well, it’s been a while. Four and a half years, to be exact.
When I first started this blog, I was fresh out of university, working my first ever journalism job in Derbyshire and writing under the pseudonym notontheguestlist. And things have changed a bit since then, as you’d expect them to over a decade.
A decade. Blimey.
So, I’m now a 30-something (who just about makes the dreaded Millennial bracket) living in London and working in television and have somehow today found myself tinkering with my WordPress account, changing the look of this blog and deciding to attempt to breathe some new life into it.
So why have I decided to come back after a five-year silence, this time without the anonymity and at a time when everything anyone says online is more open to scrutiny and criticism than ever?
Well, first of all, it’s not as though I’m Logan Paul. Thank god. And I like making people laugh, which is something I’ve been told I used to achieve here. Plus, it’s become apparent over the last few years that I have a thick skin when it comes to the internet – which is lucky because I’m rather prone to making a bit of a tit of myself on it.
The pensive and intellectual Kanye West has graced us with another blog entry, addressing the rumour that he’s taking anger management classes.
This particular thought-provoking oasis of wisdom is entitled:
NO ANGER MANAGEMENT… IF ANYTHING I NEED ANGER ENHANCEMENT! LOL!!!
In it he writes of how the media may be somewhat mistaken in their speculations and of his indignation at their hasty folly. This is beautifully presented with the use of no less than 15 rhetorical question marks and a climatic: “SIIIIIGGGHHHH!!!”
You present your argument well, Mr West. Well done.
He even points out his own recognition of his highly journalistic skills:
Check this out…I took a quote from my rant and used it as my headline.. just like a real media outlet would… hahaha