Going to be doing my UK360 report.
Have an idea for a conversational style comedy series.
A music video for La Dispute, it’s between ‘Andria’ and ‘Fall down, never get back up again’.
Also thinking about filming some more sets for bands if I’m not too busy.
The hobbit is one book that makes me want to be a father; there’s nothing I look forward to more than to read it to my children, doing the individual voices for the characters, singing the songs to them and watching them become entirely enchanted by the story as much as I am.
Have a less than satisfactory New Years.
Have a hilarious New Year’s resolution “My resolution is to follow my dreams, but maintain a distance of 50 feet between us as stipulated in the restraining order.”
Pass First semester of University.
Spend valentines day watching Four Year Strong and The Wonder Years, the way it should be.
Go to hospital for drinking too much… on a first date with a girl.
Begin new radio show, So Hipster Can’t Breathe, nobody understands the joke behind the concept and everyone assumes I’m a hipster.
Begin producing Air3’s flagship show, The New Music Show.
First press pass gig, Iron & Wine.
Interview the King Blues, first band interview.
Finally get my chest piece finished.
Interview the Blackout.
Interview Sick of Sarah, invite them back to the studio to do an acoustic session the next day, become quite good friends.
My radio show gets nominated for several awards and the New music show wins best production. I clean up at the alternative awards.
Compere a battle of the bands, find out 13 year olds are not fond of my friend Rory and I.
Make a website somehow.
Get my Bear tattoo done.
Move into my first flat with my friends Ben, Craig and Rory.
Pass my first year of university.
Go to Grand day with Lauren on my arm in attempt to look as if I’ve progressed from high school, fail terribly.
First bar job.
Get fired for silly reasons, going to see Transformers 3 was not worth it.
Just have a generally nice summer with my friends.
Write a bucket list.
Get a terrible haircut and hate the world.
Went to my first festival as a member of the press.
Begin new radio show with my friend Eva, Scholarship in Punk.
Return to university.
Interview Such Gold.
Get Elvis tattoo done.
First date in as long as I can remember.
Start talking to Steven at Struggletown records about working with the radio show and have Steven and Nick on to promote their artists.
Julie doesn’t phone me and let me talk to Radeo, die inside.
DJ the union for Halloween dressed as a giraffe with my friend dressed as Milhouse from the Simpsons.
I produced the final NMS of the year, with over 7 session artists (I can’t remember the exact number but was way over that) in a 2 hour show, bringing in the largest listenership of the year.
Joined on air with Jonathan Snee, I prove to be shit when unprepared.
Joined on air with Wolves at heart, our last Struggletown show of the year.
My show was nominated for five awards, we didn’t win any but there’s always next year. The show I produce however, the NMS won best show.
I married my friend, Jake.
Became a News contributor for LiveTheScene.com.
Produce Air3radio’s first outside studio broadcast.
Drag myself through the exam period somehow.
Get my Forearm tattoo done.
Interview Title Fight and Transit, don’t fanboy too much.
I turn 20, I get a cake shaped like a caterpillar to cling onto my childhood.
Thanks for anyone that actually took the time to read this, I’ve had a great year, here’s hoping next year will be even better.
I just tidied my room and for some reason I decided to make a photo tour of it, probably because I’m a dick. It’s still fairly new and I’m waiting on a few posters to get delivered for it.
So this is where the magic happens.
And by magic I mean masturbating furiously.
Just like when I tagged personal posts I think it’ll mostly end up being pizza again.
Hoping to do some sexy radio things with the boys from Struggletown Records and some of their bands to help get them some exposure.
Just need to sort out some things for the new show before I send out all the emails.
And as lovely as it was when I saw it, it made me realise what I was doing; going into an off-license to buy alcohol and return to my flat alone. That’s not right.