It's New Year's Eve and I'm in a dentist's waiting room. I broke my tooth on a particularly tenacious pork scratching on Christmas Eve. Turns out breaking a tooth on Christmas Eve puts a bit of a spanner in the mixed metaphor of drunken gluttony I had planned for the last week. Ho hum.
So 2018. That was a year. A whole heap of firsts, some of the real biggies: saw my first badger; moved in with a girlfriend for the first time; first dining in the dark; first family holiday as the adult; first Grand National; first mortgage; first jellyfish sting. Boom.
And the way I drink beer has changed. Turns out I'm a beer snob nowadays. The other week I had a Doom Bar which used to be my go to, but it now seems to taste of boring. So beer of the year? Realistically it's Magic Rock's Ba De Mole but that doesn't count as that's a real special occasion beer. Whilst I feel bad not mentioning House Party (or Pogo or Baladin's Open Amber or Inhaler or Dennis Hoppr or Clwb Tropicana or Even Sharks Need Water), the two beers that get a mention are Watson's Amarazaka which was unexpectedly brilliant (as are the whole Watson's range) and Hatherwood's Twisted Knots which is such good value that it just trumps everything else.
Theatre of the year? In a year when I didn't really see any theatre, it turns out I still saw quite a lot. A Very Very Very Dark Matter made a last ditch attempt, but it was always going to be a Hamilton year.
Music of the year? People have been saying how this has been a great year for music, but I've not been certain. The only new album I've really liked is the new Spiritualised, and that's mainly because it sounds like an album I really liked fifteen years ago.
Book of the year? I'd endorse any of the four from a couple of posts ago, but The Power might just take it - how 2017 of me?
Eye watering moment of the year? I think it's s about to begin. Wish me luck...
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