It is the tradition of this blog to provide an elliptical summary of each year’s events upon its conclusion, and this year is no different. This year I lost seven wheels, rode two past a canalside heron, mislaid a wooden smile, hung a sex toy on a christmas tree, did the voices in The Gruffalo, got disciplined by the guards at St. Pancras station, visited the most underwhelming standing stone ever, rescued a Justin-Bieber-loving helmet from a bin, discovered Moby Dick, sheltered two large documents from birdshit under my coat, drank four coffees and then watched someone buy darts, strolled amongst concrete iguanodons, bumped into an old teacher in the middle of Dartmoor, stood in the rain in front of Stephen Fry, bedded down in a sixteenth-century banqueting hall, got supergator’d, walked barefoot through nighttime south-east London, swung on the world’s deadliest tree swing, coordinated a brass band, ambled through Digbeth with my Dad and a lightweight guitar case, offered refuge to a mechanical owl, had a camera shoved down my throat in a portakabin near Waterloo station, played a show in the Sea Scout headquarters, rode the front of the top of a red London bus, spent untold hours learning how macs work for no reason, heard distant sports, read up on palaeontology, rented a bit of an art deco library, discovered T K Maxx, had my legs adjusted for optimum dog comfort, ate sushi in a picturesque graveyard, got licked by cows, and noticed the cornices in a strange museum. I got hundreds of trains, avoided planes entirely, rented two cars (both cleverer than I am), and was party to approximately twenty-six billion crosswords. Watching Death on the Nile at least twice, I also got into Game of Thrones, read (nearly) every Discworld book, discovered Terra Nova, and learnt a lot more about One Direction than anybody should need. I saw Jeff Mangum and Kimya Dawson in concert and got inspired by them both. Said goodbye to my seminar series and my open mic night and the house with two curtain rails; hello to my home town, a new coat, and a sense of things to come.
Released a new record (although only a little one), redesigned the website, went on tour, played a Christmas Pantomime, wrote a bunch of songs (but not enough – never enough), dabbled in poetry again, and – as usual – made plans, some of which may come true in 2013. Of last year’s resolutions, I’m glad to report success on numbers 1 and 2; 3’s up for grabs, so I’m pushing it forwards as my only resolution this time. There’s lots to do, and it starts now.