In 2020 I wrote 12 pieces on this blog, in 2021 it was 13. But last year I slipped to just 5, and now in 2023, this is just my 4th. It will be the last for 2023 I promise.
It’s not as though there isn’t much going on to write about, nor have I been short of opinions. I suspect that’ll never happen. No, the reason is that paradoxically as life moves on, I seem to be getting busier, with little time to reflect. At least through the medium of a blog which is read by, at best, around 100 people. My attention span, never the best, is ever-shortening too. I read recently of a new acronym, insidiously encroaching on the corporate world - TLTR - “too long to read”.
More is going on, more is happening to us, there are more sources of content, and because of this, we have less time to actually absorb anything meaningful. Or perhaps, our poor, overloaded brains, have less capacity to actually discern the wheat from the chaff, the spam from the insightful.
If you have made it this far, well done, you obviously can still follow a narrative, and I welcome you to my review of 2023. A tradition that I both despise and embrace, deride and celebrate. Life is indeed full of yet more paradoxes that I can count.
2023. The year it finally happened.
January, at last a time for a good wedding. In Irish, in Donegal, with everyone a friend. Some very interesting conversations over quite a lot of drinks. Dancing, singing and much joy to start the year with, after a really awful 2022. See, I told you things would get better.
January was exciting in other ways too as I was back in London, for football, for work. Also I took flight and went out on the bike across the flooded levels, wow, January looked like a fantastic month. Not sure how 2024 will top that.
But then a new bike arrived in February and my life was transformed again, opening up the gravel tracks and muddy paths to make commuting to Bristol interesting again. There was more London, with my dear brother this time, fantastic hats are they not?
March saw me have one last stab (for now!) at stand up comedy, playing to a packed back room in a very small pub in Bath. A few laughs, but not as much fun as last year, I realised I’m a big-time Charlie who does it for the response of the crowd, the joke de vivre and not for the graft. Fun though. I may put a recording up on my YouTube channel at some point.
April saw us over in Ireland again, this time in Joseph Conrad country, amongst the old days and the event reminded us a bit of the dark times. Still it was a mixed marriage, by that I mean Nationalist and Unionist, so I suppose that is progress of a sort. Not quite as picturesque though and there were distinctly fewer laughs.
There was also time in April to see Stewart Lee with Steve and Junior, Basic Lee in Bristol. Very good and funny as ever. Going again in 2024.
May, well that was campaigning season, and although WE didn’t win, I think all of the villages of Winscombe and Banwell won really. Hopefully more of that too as time allows. Watch the space. In a couple of years time.
Into the Spring and it was time for more bikes, bees and beautiful things as Pablo fired us into that final.
I’ll come back to June.
So the Summer rolled on and what a washout it turned into. But a massive highlight, probably, almost of the whole year, was a successful conclusion to Junior’s time at University. A somewhat benighted time it has to be said, as the twin ravages of lockdowns and Covid destroyed a University experience. But at least we got to celebrate on a dry day, in some style in Cardiff, and it was a very proud moment for us all.
Then it was onto our Silver wedding anniversary and this time it really did rain. It rained a lot, as only Devon knows how to rain. But that didn’t stop us, we had a great time walking, eating and celebrating in all our old haunts.
Into August and another old haunt, this time Lyme Regis. Did a 200km ride with my mad friend Martyn. Times like these are what I will remember at the Moment of Surrender.
September had a brief warm and dry spell at the beginning of the month, then it turned wet again so we left the country, well you would wouldn’t you? Ironically our hotel in Cyprus was a kind of paradoxical Brexit central in a faraway land in the EU, well most of it anyway. 65% or thereabouts. We contented ourselves by touring cultural sites, eating and drinking the local food and sunning ourselves by the pool. It was a great break.
Before we got to that, I’d nearly forgotten (how could I?) the fantastic reunion with my friends of 40 years’ standing, back at my University. With partners, husbands and wives along too, it was a very fun day, and you know what? The weather held that day too.
After a busy period at work, well actually the whole year has been that, but October was particularly manic, the Autumn slowly slid in. Nights drew in, and with the exception of trudging through the weather and the darkness, I looked forward to a Christmas break, nearly upon us. I did catch the sunrise one morning before work at Blagdon Lake, just demonstrating that even if it may be hard to find, there is beauty almost anywhere and any day, if you go looking for it.
I saw Billy Bragg at the Bristol Beacon, very inspiring, entertaining and the acoustics are brilliant. Glad they’ve got rid of that horrible name of the venue too, don’t believe the loud voices, Bristol is a progressive city.
To end the year, two things to finish, what better way to celebrate than by looking backwards. June. June the 7th. 9.30PM BST. Lucas slides the ball into space. Jarod is through on goal, he won’t, he can’t, he does. Mayhem. And that’s just our living room.
Then later in the month, over in the Ariege, a moment of stunning tranquility in some remote valleys and passes, great company, and at last, one last demon slayed.
A climb I’d dreaded for over a year turned out a lot nicer than I thought it would be, and I ticked it off with aplomb in my brand new maillot rouge. All that remains now is to go back next year and polish off the last couple of km of paved road beyond the official finish. And conquer my fear of cows and hope my knee heals in time.
Always look for the positives eh?
I enjoyed pulling that together, hope you enjoyed reading it. You have to look for the good things, focus on them. It really does make life better, despite the misery and mayhem that swirls around us. People are basically nice and kind, if a little stupid and misguided at times. Apart from the small number of bad and evil men who exploit us from time to time. Usually whilst giving us a very fake smile which we all see through. And the very occasional woman, usually, but not exclusively, a Home Secretary in a Tory government. But I’m hoping that will soon be gone too.
So now I’m looking forward to my 60th Birthday, there will be a ride to celebrate, even if I don’t make it, I expect a memorial one please, and I am also hopeful for my friends and family. Life really is precious and fragile but it is also there to be embraced and enjoyed.
Let’s do that in 2024.
