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Back to the Future Pt III
Oh woe is me.
If the Stockwell Christmas tree is standing, it must mean it's that time of year again: the annual onionbagblogappraisal navel gazing bollocks.
Two years ago I aborted obb after seeing the errection of the Stockwell Christmas tree. I felt inadequate. Not in a phallic way (my member ISN'T green and spikey, decorated in cheapo Woolworth lights and liable to be pissed on by the Porto pissheads at 3am.)
Nope, it was the cyclical nature of blogging that had brought me full circle. Twelve months previous I had banged on about the errection of the bloody Christmas tree. A month by month read of the archives and I realised that I was in a rut. I had said all that I wanted to say.
Nothing to worry about - life at obb HQ I was serene, if a little stagnant. I could almost make my own calendars for Christmas presents each year; in the winter months I watch Dulwich, the Redskins andthe Towers the Topcats; spring signals the start of The Globe season, and if I'm lucky, the long Lido Days ahead; summer is spent sunbathing in various South London outdoor pools, getting legless at the Lambeth Show and making a twat of myself at the Home of Cricket; come autumn and the summer / winter sports crossover period commences, I'm back at school and I decide that I want a new job.
And then I blog about it all. See you next year etc.
And so two years ago it was bye bye onionbagblog. You've read all about my year, now bugger off elsewhere. But like most lapsed bloggers, I found my feet once again (not to mention the booze) which has been keeping me busy ever since.
Having fingered myself (oh yes,) I found it more rewarding to bypass the mainstream knobber media whores and keep it local.
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T ALREADY KNOW is the mantra. It's served me well for the past twenty four months.
And so here we are once again - the Stockwell Christmas tree is standing and I have resisted the chance to capture it on camera (so far) this year. That's the upwardly mobile nature of living at The Oval for you.
What have I learnt / achieved over the past twelve months?
Blimey.
Best not go there.
It's been the overriding factor for the past year, but a path has been cut clear. Like I've said before, Good luck, luv, etc.
I've just come out of awanky worthwhile work meeting where the school website has been dumped on me. We've been here before. I even gave up a half term to code up a new site which has remained as dormant as my salary ever since.
It's now been revisited and I have a 'team' to assist me. Decent people, but it's all about just bloody building it, isn't it?
Pulling in peanuts compared to the other team members puts me at a disadvantage. Ultimately we're all waving our cocks around in the air to see who has largest one. I drew the short straw with the website.
'The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream,' and all that bollocks. I really have tried this year. The job offer at the start of the month was flattering, although ultimately not for me. The right decision was made, ideologically, if not emotionally.
I'm pulling in more pennies moonlighting a lot at home. It almost brings me up to a livable salary. But I can't complain - the Big Move over the summer has worked out wonderfully. obb HQ I now has a couple of very reliable tenants, whereas I get to play Find mrs onionbagblogger as we manage to misplace each other at obb HQ II.
I've a new wardrobe (both in carpentry and clothing) and I'm feeling very settled. Tea continues to be my main addiction.
And so thanks for your continued reading and support. I still don't know what it's all about, it's just something that I do. Friendships have been made offline out of obb which I value greatly. More traditional offline friendships have found out the best place where to keep a watchful eye over me.
Now please excuse me whilst I go for a quick feel of the spikey green thing covered in lights that the Portos piss over for fun.
More of the same bollocks in twelve months time.
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| Wednesday 22 November, 2006 |
Oh woe is me.
If the Stockwell Christmas tree is standing, it must mean it's that time of year again: the annual onionbagblog
 It's what I do... |
Nope, it was the cyclical nature of blogging that had brought me full circle. Twelve months previous I had banged on about the errection of the bloody Christmas tree. A month by month read of the archives and I realised that I was in a rut. I had said all that I wanted to say.
Nothing to worry about - life at obb HQ I was serene, if a little stagnant. I could almost make my own calendars for Christmas presents each year; in the winter months I watch Dulwich, the Redskins and
And then I blog about it all. See you next year etc.
And so two years ago it was bye bye onionbagblog. You've read all about my year, now bugger off elsewhere. But like most lapsed bloggers, I found my feet once again (not to mention the booze) which has been keeping me busy ever since.
Having fingered myself (oh yes,) I found it more rewarding to bypass the mainstream knobber media whores and keep it local.
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T ALREADY KNOW is the mantra. It's served me well for the past twenty four months.
And so here we are once again - the Stockwell Christmas tree is standing and I have resisted the chance to capture it on camera (so far) this year. That's the upwardly mobile nature of living at The Oval for you.
What have I learnt / achieved over the past twelve months?
Blimey.
Best not go there.
It's been the overriding factor for the past year, but a path has been cut clear. Like I've said before, Good luck, luv, etc.
I've just come out of a
It's now been revisited and I have a 'team' to assist me. Decent people, but it's all about just bloody building it, isn't it?
Pulling in peanuts compared to the other team members puts me at a disadvantage. Ultimately we're all waving our cocks around in the air to see who has largest one. I drew the short straw with the website.
'The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream,' and all that bollocks. I really have tried this year. The job offer at the start of the month was flattering, although ultimately not for me. The right decision was made, ideologically, if not emotionally.
I'm pulling in more pennies moonlighting a lot at home. It almost brings me up to a livable salary. But I can't complain - the Big Move over the summer has worked out wonderfully. obb HQ I now has a couple of very reliable tenants, whereas I get to play Find mrs onionbagblogger as we manage to misplace each other at obb HQ II.
I've a new wardrobe (both in carpentry and clothing) and I'm feeling very settled. Tea continues to be my main addiction.
And so thanks for your continued reading and support. I still don't know what it's all about, it's just something that I do. Friendships have been made offline out of obb which I value greatly. More traditional offline friendships have found out the best place where to keep a watchful eye over me.
Now please excuse me whilst I go for a quick feel of the spikey green thing covered in lights that the Portos piss over for fun.
More of the same bollocks in twelve months time.
technorati: onionbagblog
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