Oh Nine, What A (Non)Year

2009's nearly over and thank fuck for that. This year, I quit my job and moved back to Fareham with the parents (what the hell was I thinking?!?), have struggled to find work since, attended my first funeral, watched too many people go in and out of hospital willy nilly and probably nearly died myself a few times over (mind you, that's quite often the sign of a good night out). It's seemingly gone from bad to worse in the last few days, with my brother back on the booze, making a complete arse of himself at every opportunity (not to mention the fact that he seems to have laid claim to my bed. Erm..) and everybody just generally despairing at this ridiculous state of affairs.

At least it can only get better from here, right?

Still, there have been a few highlights of '09, and it's sure to end with a bang tomorrow night (cheap bubbly, meow meow and good friends should see to that!).

I guess in a weird kind of way, moving back to Portsmouth has been a highlight in itself. Okay, so I hate the place. Like, really, really hate it. And I'd rather be living in London or Brighton or Leeds or just anywhere that's just, y'know, a bit more happening. But at least I've still got some awesome friends 'round here (first and last soppy thing I will write in here, I promise). Being able to see more of the best friend whenever and wherever is always good, and even if we are stuck in Portsmouth, we can still manage to have a good time no matter what.

we like shoes

The obvious Tommy & Trashit highlight this year was no doubt Field Day. Okay, so Soph was a sour bitch through most of the festival (WINKZ) while she was coming down, but we still managed to get utterly shitfaced on a no doubt dangerous concoction of drugs and somehow stayed awake long enough to dance all through the after party (Erol Alkan slayed). Sure, the coach ride back from London wasn't much fun at 9am, but who cares when you've just enjoyed 24 hours of unadulterated fun, caught Fake Blood in a tiny club in LDN and probably spent a whole month's wages on utterly ludicrous shenanigans. It was the best day of the year. Probably.

Oh, and Hackney sniffer dogs ain't got shit on us.


So, let's end the year with a bang, bring in 2010 like we mean to continue : drunk, high and in the amazing company of great, great people.

Yeah, I can raise a New Year's toast to that. Chin chin.