Whilst out at a supplier event last week I was randomly approached by another attendee and asked if I happened to know a particular person.
Not an especially weird request you might think, but what if I said that the person in question was not attending the event?
Still not that weird I hear you say, so what if that person is not in the industry in which I work and therefore to my knowledge has no connection to this event?
A little bit weird maybe you might think, but what If I told you that person was also the person was my best friend who I have known for the last 30 years and who happens to have drawn a web comic in which a character somewhat like me features?
OK come on, you have to admit its a little weird.
The best bit for me was when this random stranger said her recognised me by a combination of seeing my name in posts on Facebook, my long hair and the depiction by said friend in his then weekly comic.
I am of course taking this as my first step into the world of celebrity, after all its not everyday you meet a comic book star!
As it turned out the random stranger, who worked for the supplier throwing the event knew my friend pretty well, had lived with another good friend of his and dated yet another good friend, made me think what a crazy small world it is.
Following this whilst walking back to the tube it got me thinking that if you subscribe to the Six degrees of separation (Kevin Bacon) rule, then take the average number of people in a square mile (14k) and then assume that its London and so the chances are that number is significantly higher, its actually kinda of weird that you are not falling over people you know when getting the tube let alone attending an event.
Its funny sometimes how memories creep up on you and associated feelings and periods in time that you had perhaps forgotten become important in an instance.
I was out this evening for a leaving do of a colleague from my current job, in Guildford , a town that has played a significant role in a large part of my late teen and early adult years. It was strange walking through the town and seeing both the things that where the same and those that had changed so much so that the times I remember seem like a bygone era.
Thinking about it, an era is perhaps what it has been, it was the ages of 16-23 that I spent most of time in this town over a decade ago now, which when put in those terms seems a lot longer ago than perhaps I would like it to be. Since then most of the friends have moved on, we still catch up on Facebook and comment on the important events like moves, funerals, new arrivals and perhaps even meet in person for the odd “special” birthday celebration, but to all intense and purposes it might as well have been another lifetime.
But returning to this evening, as I walked back from the top of town and (at least in my eyes) the newly christened MKB bar, the rain soaking me through and my feet taking me down back ally’s and through shortcuts that they still remembered but I had long forgotten, i was transported to not one, but an amalgamation of nights from my early twenties.
As I walked past the now abandoned shell of Old Orleans and past the (new) Odeon my feet could have easily carried me onward past the station on on to the then girlfriend, now wife’s student Diggs, that I would have crashed at on a regular basis a few hours later but a decade earlier.
I couldn’t tell you which night I was thinking off, or why this particular combination of rain, dripping clothes and alcohol conjured up images of those years gone past, but what I can say is that for a brief fleeting moment I was stumbling home from a night out at CR’s (Cinderella’s, Dusk or TIME as it was known across the years), having missed the last train and desperately hoping that girlfriend (now Wife) was awake enough and not mad enough to let me stay the night.
As those of you who have read my blog previously (you know back when it was regular) will be aware I really really like reading,
With the arrival of my Son this is a hobby I am desperate to pass on to him, and a passion I am keen on instilling in him. I have a ton of books of varying age ranges that I can’t wait to share with him but with the exception of the brilliant “Green Eggs and Ham” none of them are really suitable for him yet.
Since he was a month old I have insisted on reading him a bed time story, this is part of our nighttime ritual and whilst for the first few months I am guessing it was mostly for my benefit nowadays he sits content on my knee listing to the various stories with wide eyed interest, and he only occasionally tries to eat the book.
We have a pretty large selection of books this again is more for my benefit than his there is only so many times that you can read “Night Monkey, Day Monkey” and stay a sane human being. One of the most prevalent series of books for very young children are the Usborne Books, these come as you can see in all shapes and sizes Joseph’s favorite is
Following on from the present I got her last year – Go the F**K to sleep this year she treated me to a few adult parody’s of Josephs favorite books.
Nothing to thought provoking today just a rather amusing (banned) advert from New Zealand to brighten up your evening.
Cant see Ronseal taking the same approach.
As I mentioned previously we bought our first home this year, I say our but as I am sure any of you men out there who cohabit with a female know what I really mean is that we bought Wife’s first home this year.
Regardless of if your name is on the lease or the mortgage when it really comes down to it, its her place and she just lets you stay over. The shades of paint, the design of the furniture and placement of all of your stuff is her choice and hers alone. I mean she will ask your opinion whilst you stand in DFS or Ikea but if it differs from what she thought it will be quickly discarded.
That being said there is generally at least one part of the house that she will (kinda) graciously hand over to you. The size of this space will depend on the size of your property, how long you have been together and most importantly how much she needs that walk in shoe closet,
It starts with the “Man Drawer”, this exists in even the smallest of households, I could explain this, but to be honest Michael McIntyre does it way better than I ever could.
Following this is the “Man Cave” this could be a spare room, the Shed, a loft extension or as it is in my case a simple cupboard. Its larger than the average cupboard to be honest, I should be pretty happy with it but I was kinda banking on the second bedroom. I tried to convince Wife that we could give Joseph the cupboard as a bedroom and tell him he was a Wizard, but apparently that didn’t wash.
Anyways the reason that I bought this up at all was that this weekend I was tasked with hanging some pictures, we got a lovely piece celebrating our moving into to our new house and also the birth of our son but also I was given permission to take a couple of things out of the “Man Cupboard” and hang them in the house.
Over this last year I have managed to get even more geeky than before. This is surprising considering the arrival of Joe and the lack of time that this has given me, but perhaps it is his arrival that has pushed me further, I genuinely cant wait to start sharing these hobbies with him as he is growing up.
We both sat up in the early hours of the morning watching the League of Legends World Championships (the one time his wake up call worked in my favor), and the Saturday ritual has now settled into father son geek TV time.
Alongside getting back into Warcraft, rekindling my love of Stargate (Atlantis as I never quite finished that one), my ongoing dedication to League of Legends and a fledgling dabble in Hearthstone I have also gone back to a hobby that I had sold up and abandoned about a decade ago, Magic:The Gathering.
I have also subscribed to Marvel Unlimited and started to catch up on all the story lines that are feeding into the MCU, and after a recent rewatch of an episode of Big Bang Theory I have even considered splashing out on a Dungeons and Dragons starter kit and seeing if there is a group of people I could get involved with.
Over the coming weeks and months as I get back into the swing of blogging I am sure I will go into a more details on all of these an the many more geeky hobbies of mine.
Setting the alarm last night was somewhat painful, but not as painful as getting up this morning.
After a full week off over the Christmas period, something that despite being entrenched into the office life style now, my old Store manager self still cant quite get over, today was the first day back in the office.
Thankfully it was a pretty quiet day, a large portion of the office was still enjoying the festive time off and had taken the sensible action of taking the lone working day after new years off and this allowed me to re-accustom myself slowly with the daily grind.
The last 12 months work wise have been extremely positive, with a lot of changes within my role and my team, and I am predicting that this year will see an equal amount of opportunities, so whilst it might have been painful to get up this morning I am hoping it is a good start to what will be another enjoyable year.