I can’t stand anything that smacks of a review of the year. Really detest them, full of smug, self-aggrandising stuff about how I have or haven’t had a much better year than you.
But seeing as I did such a good one last year, it seems a shame to break a tradition, so I might change my mind. I still hold that the turn of the year is an arbitrary date, person-made and of little significance. Or maybe I can argue with myself on that one too, because the end of the year in the Northern Hemisphere is still round the time of the deepest of mid-Winter. This year more than most, so maybe it is a time for reflection, renewal and all that stuff after all.
In reality, all that stuff started for me the weekend of the 12th November, when I finally delivered the output of my comedy course at a showcase in Bristol. It was without doubt the most difficult thing I have ever done, and I was incredibly nervous before it. But people did laugh, which is the point after all, so that’s something. I found it quite a challenge to do two opposing things at the same time. First, remember all the scripted words, in the right order so that the jokes worked. Second, be engaging and interactive with the audience and prepared to improvise or go off script when the opportunity presented itself.
There is also a very obvious derivative quality to it. You can’t watch one comedian exclusively for 10 years on YouTube, night after night, and not be influenced. And as the great man himself says, “sometimes you have to have something that’s just for me”. The other thing about stand-up comedy is that it is a fiction. Whilst some of my material has its roots in the truth, and in things that happened, it’s exaggerated and twisted FOR COMIC EFFECT! As much of my writing on this blog has been, take a kernel and turn into into a general point.
That’s quite a clever joke in itself.
What I loved most about the course was the people I did it with. A group that was reasonably diverse, in age terms certainly, but also in occupation, delivery and comic persona definitely. A few of them have already gone on to do some open mic nights, which I really want to do too, really must get round to it!
Hot on the heels of that night, two days later I started my new job, and have now been there for 5 weeks. It’s great to be working with grown-ups again after a period when I wasn’t. See above for comedic licence reference in case of doubt. Lovely people, interesting work, good locations and nice culture. Money is good too, so couldn’t really wish for more. One thing, the cycling facilities are excellent so definitely a good move.
I have also entered the Ariegeoise, and the Dartmoor classic in successive weekends next mid-Summer. So somethings to definitely look forward to. June is a nice month to go to France, it’s not too crowded or too hot, but still lovely enough to get some good rides in.
This year I really found out who my friends are, even the ones I don’t know very well. One of the advantages, of having a very large network of people that I know, is that eventually I find out all of the truth about things that have happened. It doesn’t take much digging. A few people in particular have surprised me by their duplicitous, two-faced scheming, when prima facie they appear nice and supportive. Of course I will not name names, nor will I even let these people know, that I know. It’s not for me to dole out the retribution, as Taylor herself says, in this song, “Karma’s gonna track you down, step by step, from town to town”.
On the cycling front it’s been a good year, without being spectacular. Apart from the Ariege, and my solo mini-Tour, which was great fun, if a tad soggy and windy, the highlight has to have been the hottest 200km Audax I have ever done. Possibly the hottest bike ride I have ever done, with an average temperature well into the high 30s. I was never so relied as when I got to a cafe at 5PM having run out of water and feeling like I was melting onto the road. They had air conditioning!
If things really do come in threes though, then the last three years have been as tough a triad as I can remember. But as another friend reminded me yesterday, (and hats off to her by the way for the fantastic work she is doing supporting refugees fleeing the war) no one is bombing me like they are in Ukraine, so yet again I acknowledge my relative privilege in the world. And I am still alive, which can not be said for some close relatives again this year, one in particular taken way too soon and in cruel fashion.
But that doesn’t mean I can not hope for a better few years now for all of us, despite the tough conditions with which we are faced. To cheer you up, here are a few pictures from 2022, let’s hope we’ve turned that corner. When I look at the photos from 2022 I realise how much has happened away from work, comedy and cycling.
We went to Italy on holiday, I’ve still got a great family and some fantastic friends, football with Junior, Bono with my brother, and meeting my sister and her partner in Winchester. I visited my parents, I sold my Genesis bike (making space for a new arrival in January I hope), lots of fantastic walks with Mrs Rouleur, the Van Gogh exhibition thing, and so much more besides, some bad, but most, very very good.. I’m a fortunate person. My life is good but no better than anyone else’s. I have privilege and opportunity of course, and I end the year in a much better place than I thought possible a few months ago.
I think what I have just discovered is that it is easy to forget the good things in your life and focus on the ones that raise your stress levels.
