I’ve left my blog alone for too long now. I’m meant to be a journalist and I’m meant to enjoy this writing thing. Well I am and I do. But I got distracted. Took my eye off the ball and let things drift. Sorry. Won’t happen again. Updates at least once a fortnight. More when the scooter season kicks off. More on my return from New Orleans.
What matters to me right now is getting this year started right. Thirteen days in. It’s been madness. On New Year’s Day my best mate broke his ankle, thus missing out on a reality show and all the riches that a gig like that brings! The leg thing is a pisser because I saw him in rehearsals and he was really working hard, ice skating like a man possessed and, whisper it, getting really good. Which is why it broke my heart to see him in plaster and in the pages of the national press, wearing a wry smile and a plastic boot. He deserved better.
And so did I. I wrote a feature for the Independent on racism in the UK. You know, what with it being a hot button topic and all. When it ran, mayhem ensued. The Indy had to close down it’s message board as it quickly disintegrated into a free for all, white van man meets black cab man meets highbrow man meets Nick Griffin lunatic. I was like, whoa, what happened there? It’s an article, people. Read it. Think about it. And discuss it like adults. The threatening emails and calls were a bit too much – especially when my team was on the telly. Still I gained a few new nice twitter followers [Macca394, that’s me folks] and as one sane friend said, it got them talking and thinking.
Talking of watching football, I’m watching loads of it lately. And I’m loving every second of it. Why? Because Spurs are bloody brilliant. After years and years of watching (and loving) them when they were shit, (I can say that, Arsenal fans can’t) it’s blowing me away (and all my fellow Spurs’ fans) now that we’re now bloody brilliant. Can we win the Premier League? Yes we can. Will we win it? I’m not even gonna go there.
I’m gonna go to the gym. I’m gonna go on my MacBook pro and write. I’m gonna play some FIFA12. I’m gonna play The White Album. And I’m gonna have a sauna and read a copy of Rolling Stone. That’s how I’m living today.
Finally…
Paul is watching his Christmas box-set of Treme. Won’t bow, don’t know how.
Paul is watching way too many films at the moment. Drive, over-rated. Red State, disturbing. Rise of the Footsoldiers, surprisingly good.
Oh and if you want to read the Independent racism article, here’s the link:
