So, I got whinged at by Ali and Sasha for not writing anything. They were nice enough to feed me and Jez and Naomi last night with very nice food, wine and unreasonable quantities of vodka and Sasha leant me her Kiev medium format so I really feel compelled to write something.
Unfortunately, I can’t think of a damned thing to write about.
It’s a vicious cycle: I can’t think of anything to write, so I don’t write, so I get out of practise and it gets even harder to think of things to write about. So, I guess this is where I make a pledge to write something every day, irrespective of whether I’ve actually got anything to say or not (of course, what inevitably happens with these pledges is that I turn round in a week and realise I still haven’t written anything, and sort of give up. But we’ll see, anyway).
Anyway, I’m playing bass with my band – I told you I was in a band, right? I’m in a band; we play sort of generic-ish indie, at least, when the drummer turns up and when the guitarist isn’t coming up with riffs that wouldn’t sound out of place on a Phil Collins album circa 1985 – at a wedding tomorrow, so maybe I’ll write about that. Or my total lack of inspiration when it comes to buying a present for the company secret santa (my best idea so far being a “DIY Bonsai Kit” – a plant pot, pair of scissors, acorn and a bag of dirt). Or perhaps something deeply interesting and unexpeted will happen to me and I can entertain you all with that.
Anyway. I’m utterly shattered on account of today’s wine, sangria and vodka-induced hangover (and I’m guessing being out until 2am probably didn’t help either) so I’m going to go to sleep now. Maybe inspiration will strike in the night.