Sunday 1 January 2012

Happy New Year Stranger

A few years back I would've thought spending new year's eve alone, sober and quiet very strange . . . weird, maybe even sad? Not so this year, it's been lovely. Stropster was allowed the Christmas room, after I'd removed the tree and breakable decorations, to have a "gathering" of a few friends, music, beer, PS3, Karaoke etc. I can't complain, they're a surprisingly sensible bunch really. The girls took over with Hamper G who was excited at the idea of a party. She'd put some glitter gel on her cheeks and a butterfly necklace that she's never worn before. Even Geekster was allowed to join in. Hamper G almost made it to midnight . . She came upstairs to me for a cuddle at 11.45, I persuaded her into her pj's and before she knew it was fast asleep.
They'll probably carry on till 3 or 4 am. There are a few quilts and blankets down there so I expect to find my living room littered with  body shaped quilts tomorrow lunch time . . . Or tea time. I wont bother opening the door until they do. I "noted" on my last trip downstairs for my Ovaltine that the girls had left . . . So no worries there. I'm not sure how I've "produced" such sensible kids . . . I know it's early days . . . But I was already well off the rails at 16 . . and at 12. Who knows. Not I that's for sure.
I  must say, apart from the midnight firework display from London which was spectacular, there was a load of crap on tv . . . No matter how many channels. At some point this evening I looked up to see Alan Carr partying with Gok Wan, JLS, Olly Murs (?) . . . Jonathon Ross was there  flicking his hair around, drink in one hand, laughing hard.  I wouldn't want to be there. Twenty years ago maybe? No, not even then really. I've never been impressed by celebrities or their life style. When I lived in Nice I was well aware of how easy it would be to latch onto some "yacht" and  the lifestyle that went with it . . . But I was never tempted. I just knew I wouldn't fit in and the people would get on my nerves. I don't think I've ever fitted in anywhere really. I don't see that as a negative . .  . Just a fact. That's possibly why I felt at my most comfortable living abroad as a foreigner. Where I wasn't expected to fit in. I feel like a foreigner here. L'etrangere -  The stranger. A stranger . . . I like that word and it's connotations. The Stranger song . . . Cohen of course. Well it's as good a way as any to start a new year . . .


It is you my love, you who are the stranger.
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  1. Elephant's Child1 January 2012 at 03:15

    Hi. I followed you home from my place. Thanks for dropping in.
    I also don't remember 'fitting in' or 'belonging'. It took a long time to be comfortable in my own skin, but now I wouldn't have it any other way. And New Year made without assistance from me. Somehow I thought it would.
    Hope your living room tidies itself up.
    Happy New Year to you and yours.

    PS: love your bio - good luck on your journey.

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  2. Furtheron1 January 2012 at 10:09

    Apart for Jools Holland and a bit of "the nations favourite Bee Gees song" (I know you can't make it up - who came up with that lame NYE programme idea?) we watched films :-)

    Happy New Year to you and yours

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  3. Furtheron1 January 2012 at 10:11

    PS my daughter went to a NYE party - blamed standing in the cold for reason she was sick not the bottle of alcopop... I've been quoting AA at her all morning and offered to take her to a meeting after she said "I'll never drink again"... Only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking ;-) Who knows... she has all the signs and the denial... still her course - like you say though at her age (16) I was already off the rails and knew it really, I knew I wasn't like others around drink anyway

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  4. bugerlugs631 January 2012 at 13:20

    The Elephants Child,
    Thanks for following me home :-) . . . I showed the G'lahs to my daughter this morning. She said "Yes, Galler knows about them" . . Well he would wouldn't he.
    The zombies in the living are groaning . . . Something about bacon butties. Take care. I love your garden.

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  5. bugerlugs631 January 2012 at 14:13

    Furtheron,
    . . . And that Bee Gees thing was a repeat! How bad is that.
    Yes its impossible to know when you watch them all drinking . . . who might develop problems with it. They've started clearing up downstairs and both glass/tin recycling bins are overflowing. I've been asked where the bleach is? . . . I can't decide whether thats a good thing or not. Hmmm I'll just wait till I'm called for inspection, then decide.

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  6. Anonymous1 January 2012 at 18:57

    "I'm not sure how I've "produced" such sensible kids"

    Perhaps they see what a mess you made of your life and they don't want to end up like you.

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  7. Anonymous1 January 2012 at 19:30

    hi bugerlugs, sounds like your house was kickin last night. i watched the london firework display on tv and it was amazing. it was exactly 11 mins, beating australias 4 million pound display by 1 minute, not sure if it was planned that way. yes the tv was utter rubbish. i usually like watching those funny end of the year reviews, but couldn't even find any of those.
    anyway, i hope your house is back to normal now and all the extra kids have made there way back to their own homes :-)

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  8. bugerlugs631 January 2012 at 20:58

    Anonymous,
    Cool ;-) never thought of it that way . . . Then I've done them the best favour possible . . . N'est ce pas?
    Happier New Year

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  9. bugerlugs631 January 2012 at 21:53

    Katie B,
    Yeah downstairs was kind of "kicking" . . . They all seem to end up on the playstation. It's almost back to normal. They all went into town after they'd had bacon butties and mugs of tea. He still needs to vacuum . . but at least nothing was broken. Can't complain.

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  10. bugerlugs631 January 2012 at 22:07

    Ps Anonymous,
    It could also be that, depsite my addiction, they've always had what I consider to be the three most important things in any childs life . . . love, security and stability.
    Maybe if I'd have been given these things, or even one of them, I might not have looked to Paedos for "love" at the age of eleven . . . and my life might not have been such a mess.
    Judge ye not . . . O righteous one.

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  11. Elephant's Child1 January 2012 at 23:08

    So with you on the important things. And it seems that your application of same has worked. Which would go a long way to explaining your sensible children.

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  12. bugerlugs632 January 2012 at 02:29

    The Elephant's Child,
    Thanks . . . I appreciate yo.ur comment

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  13. bugerlugs632 January 2012 at 02:35

    to herself and anyone else listening . . .
    I can only speak for the "now" of course. I'm all too aware people can go off the rails at an age for any number of reasons however much love, security and stability they've had as a child.
    Its just good to see that for now they have self respect, self confidence and self worth . . . things I hadn't even heard of at that age.

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  14. Jeannie2 January 2012 at 15:26

    Congrats on your sensible kids - I'm guessing that love, stability and security are partly responsible - but I'm betting your honesty with them goes a long way too.

    I think the love is the biggest thing - I had stability and security growing up but not the love - and while I didn't go off the rails, if I'd got in with the right crowd, I could have. Easily.

    I've never felt like I fit in anywhere either. I'm starting to think maybe it's me. I just don't think the way others do. I'm not fascinated by the same things. And they don't "get" me either.

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