What 2009?
It’s gone kind of quickly. Not too long ago I was staring at the stars on New Years Eve trying to figure out what was going to happen this year. Now I’ve got soup and rice (two separate pots, don’t worry) on the boil in my kitchen trying to figure out what has happened.
I have a house! It is in the traditional European style of having walls to keep the wind off and a roof to keep birds out. I have a fence by my back garden to keep cars off my vege patch although an occasional rogue bumper has made the leap from next door. I somehow fluked an excellent buy at the bottom of the market and can now, if I wished, pretend to be a financial genius. However the soup I’m currently cooking is Onion Soup. Made from real onions and not from a packet because a packet is what rich people make soup from. And it’s not really French Onion soup because it’s only reducing never retreating.
I have a love of making soup. That probably sums up the course of my year very well. But bear with me and try not to roll your eyes too much. When you’re making a soup you add things to a pot and boil it heaps for a few hours making sure nothing sticks to the bottom otherwise it’ll burn and that’s no fun. But after it’s all boiled it’s not what it used to be. Magic. Cut up a few potatoes and put that in and magically potatoes will no longer be there.
I find that tremendously exciting.
I went to Peru. It was awesome. There are some photos on the blog. You can appreciate the awesomeness. There are now photos on my wall. They make me smile. In a kinda surreal way. I mean, I know I was there. But it was Peru! And Me! Together at last. Feels like I’m kind of remembering someone elses memories. But they’re good memories. And were with little bro on a big adventure so that was wicked. He’s now in London. In the (lucrative) sex industry. As a consultant. An IT consultant.
I’m not going to get sick of that one.
From a professional point of view however, this little baby is easily the highlight of the year:
Second in the country. The best live-action short of the comp. Awesome. I was doing the Inca Trail so found out days later from a wonderful voice message and celebrated with a bunch of amazing people in a restaurant by the railway tracks in a little Peruvian village.
We will use our winnings wisely and in-industry. And hopefully one day if things go right and we strike the right alternate universe dreams may occur.
This sort of has been the year of the decline of the blog in many respects. But also the year of the baby. Hopefully anyone who reads Ben’s blog, for instance, will realise Karen is no longer in labour and Theo is now a 9 month old barrel of laughs (I swear he said ‘Dave’ the other day). He also has a special trick of grabbing my beard, pulling me close and saying ‘Dadadadadadadada’ in his deep ’scary-child’ voice which is three octaves lower than mine.
Our film team for next years 48 Hours, for instance, should have at least 3 babies at their immediate disposal. Mothers permitting. And I don’t mean ‘disposal’ as in disposal.
I should write more.
Anyway, I’m sure there’ll be a slightly drunk on Christmas/alcohol post in the next few weeks. Other than that… I’m glad I’m not Tiger.
