It has just this second been brought to my attention by Mr Giddings that I need to post on here, as I haven’t in sometime. Not since my Masculinity in Film post in fact… Anyway, this is due for a change and I feel this is an opportune moment to reflect upn the last 12 months (particularly as it has been at least 12 months since I last reflected, although not in the vampiric sense).
Well, it’s been a long, girlfriendless year. That said, I was quite happy about this, as my last one – like several before her – have been dreadful human beings. Instead, I’ve ploughed into Students’ Union affairs with varying levels of success and varying levels of encouragement, frustration, anger, depression (but enough about my time with Jez Harvey) and bitterness towards anyone even remotely associated with Newcastle or swords. Notable exceptions must be made for Isa Wilson and Adam Kelly, two quite nice Geordies.
Through it all, several people have made this year an utter pleasure. Firstly, the Beaumaris boys, (Tom, Alex and dare I say it, even Pete) for their cynicism, cider and steak. If you say that in your head, it sounds like I’m particularly proficient in the art of alliterating. When the chips have been down and I’ve fancied a retreat, one of them has generally been on hand for some hardcore red meat eating. Granny porn too.
Jez Harvey and Spencer George have been a constant source of amusement and our Gentlemen’s Club has had the monopoly on Harp drinking and raging all year. Long may it continue.
Jo Caulfield has grown increasingly kickass this year, and has been an editing TANK. As if that were not enough, she is now a DJ and politician as well, sifting out rogue Welsh student papers left, right and sundry.
Cat Prince has proven to be an excellent pillow and supplier of lush herbal tea. We’ve watched obscene amounts of America’s Next Top Model and done generally nothing productive at all and that has been wonderful.
This year has also proven instrumental in solidifying my disgust towards music students. Stop whinging, start binging and lighten up, you pretentious bunch of snobs.
Storm FM has remained a love of of my life and is still largely my girlfriend this year. Yes, there have been a couple of things I would change and possibly more people I would have publicly dressed down. There have been tears shed over that station by the people that care about it the most. Lisa has been a constant legend, and never far away when I need someone to make me smile and Tids has fast become one of the greatest Welsh people ever. I don’t give a toss what other people have to say about Storm, as it pertains to ‘coolness’ (dull term) and I give even less of a toss about glory-hounds, obsessed with blowing their own trumpets. Those people eventually get exposed as the self-important annoyances they actually are. Storm was the reason I came to Bangor and it has been the foundation upon my time here has been built.
A final mention has to go to my joint favourite people of the year: Bianca Murray and Sarah Palmer. I’ve not seen quite enough of the latter and perhaps too much of the former this year. Sarah is constantly ridiculous and Bianca is constantly Irish. Fact is, they’re my girls and I love them dearly.
Oh. I passed my second year as well.
I hate sentimentality, but I am glad to have got round to saying this stuff. Next year, aims are to pass my degree and get a NICE girlfriend. For now, though, I’m firmly of the belief that it’s the people that make the place.