It’s Tuesday and yet again I have reflected upon the pace at which life seems to be moving by. Where has 2012 gone?
Thanks to Chris Evans, and his Breakfast Show on Radio Two, I have begun to mark off the weeks because of a memorable song by Dean Martin and Helen O'Connell called “How D'Ya Like Your Eggs In The Morning?”
Chris plays this tune around 8:05am every Tuesday and whilst it’s good, and I enjoy listening to it, I have recently started to appreciate that every time I hear it, another week of my life has gone, and unlike the record, won’t ever get played again.
This morning on the M1, in the greyness and the rain, I reflected that the year is almost done and in a handful of weeks, I’ll be another year older. These facts made me feel a sense of melancholy, an emotion I am unfamiliar with.
All in all, 2012 has been a pretty good year and a significant improvement on 2011 so instead of feeling old and down, I need to stop listening to Evans on a Tuesday morning and instead get the Christmas CDs out and start looking forward to the festive season. Jingling bells will cheer me up I am sure.
On the bright side, this morning marked off another week of Movember and that means I am another week closer to be able to get rid of the damn moustache. In my survey, the highest poling result is ‘Village People’ so I have this facial hair I am starting to hate (the wife has hated it from the start) and all it is doing is making me look like an ageing gay bloke. In ten days’ time, I’ll be ten days older but it will be worth it because it will all be over for the tache.
I am feeling less melancholic already.
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Thanks to Chris Evans, and his Breakfast Show on Radio Two, I have begun to mark off the weeks because of a memorable song by Dean Martin and Helen O'Connell called “How D'Ya Like Your Eggs In The Morning?”
Chris plays this tune around 8:05am every Tuesday and whilst it’s good, and I enjoy listening to it, I have recently started to appreciate that every time I hear it, another week of my life has gone, and unlike the record, won’t ever get played again.
This morning on the M1, in the greyness and the rain, I reflected that the year is almost done and in a handful of weeks, I’ll be another year older. These facts made me feel a sense of melancholy, an emotion I am unfamiliar with.
All in all, 2012 has been a pretty good year and a significant improvement on 2011 so instead of feeling old and down, I need to stop listening to Evans on a Tuesday morning and instead get the Christmas CDs out and start looking forward to the festive season. Jingling bells will cheer me up I am sure.
On the bright side, this morning marked off another week of Movember and that means I am another week closer to be able to get rid of the damn moustache. In my survey, the highest poling result is ‘Village People’ so I have this facial hair I am starting to hate (the wife has hated it from the start) and all it is doing is making me look like an ageing gay bloke. In ten days’ time, I’ll be ten days older but it will be worth it because it will all be over for the tache.
I am feeling less melancholic already.
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