Mulled wine, mince pies, a brass band, chav mums running their buggies over my toes, freezing cold, and the annual turning on of the local lights. Quite a day, and there’s still an evening in the pub to come…
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Mulled wine, mince pies, a brass band, chav mums running their buggies over my toes, freezing cold, and the annual turning on of the local lights. Quite a day, and there’s still an evening in the pub to come…

Six years older than me, this compendium of Woody Allen’s thoughts, short stories and plays is a volume that I’ve been dipping into for years now. Whilst the highlights (which are certainly worth buying the book for) are unquestionably the two stage plays “God” and “Death”, some of the scattered thoughts that punctuate the longer pieces are at least equally priceless. To wit:
Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained.
I recently got round to watching Sleeper, released the year after the first publication of this book, and whilst in both cases some of the topical humour has obviously gone a little stale, there is an air of silliness to both which remains nicely timeless, as “If the Impressionists Had Been Dentists” demonstrates splendidly:
Dear Theo,
I took some dental X-rays this week that I thought were good. Degas saw them and was critical. He said the composition was bad. All the cavities were bunched in the lower left corner. I explained to him that that’s how Mrs. Slotkin’s mouth looks, but he wouldn’t listen! He said he hated the frames and mahogany was too heavy. When he left, I tore them to shreds! As if that was not enough, I attempted some root-canal work on Mrs. Wilma Zardis, but halfway through I became despondent. I realized suddenly that root-canal work is not what I want to do! I grew flushed and dizzy. I ran from the office into the air where I could breathe! I blacked out for several days and woke up at the seashore. When I returned, she was still in the chair. I completed her mouth out of obligation but I couldn’t bring myself to sign it.
Vincent
A mixed bag, but as this is a compendium that can hardly be a criticism, and whilst there will be passages that will induce cringes from some, as in his films the highlights make the endurance of the rougher parts all the more worthwhile. In these politically unsavoury times, this last excerpt may come in useful – from “A Brief, Yet Helpful, Guide to Civil Disobedience”:
In perpetrating a revolution, there are two requirements: someone or something to revolt against and someone to actually show up and do the revolting. Dress is usually casual and both parties may be flexible about time and place but if either faction fails to attend, the whole enterprise is likely to come off badly. In the Chinese Revolution of 1650 neither party showed up and the deposit on the hall was forfeited.
The people or parties revolted against are called the “opressors” and are easily recognized as they seem to be the ones having all the fun. The “oppressors” generally get to wear suits, own land, and play their radios late at night without being yelled at. Their job is to maintain the “status quo,” and condition where everything remains the same although they may be willing to paint every two years.
When the “opressors become too strict, we have what is known as a police state, wherein all dissent is forbidden, as is chuckling, showing up in a bow tie, or referring to the mayor as “Fats.” Civil liberties are greatly curtailed in a police state, and freedom of speech is unheard of, although one is allowed to mime to a record. Opinions critical of the government are not tolerated, particularly about their dancing. Freedom of the press is also curtailed and the ruling party “manages” the news, permitting the citizens to hear only acceptable political ideas and ball scores that will not cause unrest.
The groups who revolt are called the “oppressed” and can generally be seen milling about and grumbling or claiming to have headaches. (It should be noted that the oppressors never revolt and attempt to become the oppressed as that would entail a change of underwear.)
Firstly, say hello to our newest resident. I’ve never had a rabbit before, but Drexel seems easy-going enough.
I’ve just (today) booked and paid for my next trip out East – I’m off to Thailand again in February. Hopefully I’ll get away next summer too – I’ve managed two foreign trips this year (Thailand & Ireland) and last (Thailand & Italy), and it would be nice to continue that pattern.
Martin will be living in central Bangkok by the time I visit – I’ll miss Sammakorn and the tranquility of the village lifestyle, but I won’t miss spending hours in a taxi every time we visit Bangkok. Popping out for a pint will be so much easier, and I guess the 14th floor of a condo block will be quiet enough when I do need a little piece. At least, I hope so.
Things have been a little hectic recently, with lots of friends moving houses (one moving in here permanently, another two lodging on my sofa at various points in time) in the space of a few short weeks. Hence the recent spates of online inactivity, aside from some embarassingly short posts. Terrifyingly, there are seven weeks of the year remaining. I started this site on January 1, 2005, and have somehow managed to post more than 150 entries, which is pretty surprising, at least for me.
Things have changed a great deal in the past twelve months – after feeling like a stranger for my first 18 months in this part of the country, I now have a local peer group of some wonderful people, and am living with someone I hardly knew two years ago, but who is now one of my best friends. I’m an uncle to Chloe, I’ve lost a little weight (still got a way to go though), I’m in a new, rewarding and fascinating job, working with some great and talented people, and I’ve even managed to somewhat resurrect my music career.
Oh, and I’ve even become a foaming Mac zealot in the past couple of weeks since I got my souped-up Mini. My Linux and Windows boxen aren’t even turned on 90% of the time, and I have no real desire to use either. OSX is a breath of fresh air – everything an operating system should be, and none of the things it shouldn’t.
This evening will consist of Coco Pops, Return of the Jedi, and a homecooked Thai green curry. A rare weekend of relaxation – this month’s remaining weekends are already filled. Christmas will come and go in the blink of an eye, and then it will be 2006 – I’m still writing 2004 on my cheques…
So whilst it seems a little stupid to be writing my end-of-year post in mid-November, it’s probably the only chance I’ll get. Here’s to the next 150 posts, and to another year of progress and surprises.

My Mac Mini finally arrived. I’m slightly confused by some aspects, and in awe of others.
Review soon, if I can find the time!