I am officially disappointed about the future.
I know people made a big deal about the year 2000 and all that, but as far as I am concerned, 2010 is much more ‘the future’ than 2000 ever was, and still there are no flying cars, robots that clean your house or domestic appliances that you can have a chat with.
It is depressing. As somebody who spent two years of his childhood genuinely thinking that I would be a starship commander when I grew up, frankly not having LP’s and being able to write ‘and your point is?’ at the bottom of Guardian articles is not the sort of progress that I envisaged.
I will be annoyed if there ARE flying cars, but they just haven’t reached Norfolk yet. It would be typical, and would make the proposed dualling of the A11 a complete white elephant. I have not been out of the county for some weeks now. For all I know, you could all be wearing lycra catsuits and spending your excess leisure time in the orgasmachamber.
The LTLP purses her lips in a ‘so you have finally got out of bed’ sort of way. I do consider forcing her into a lycra catsuit and whisking her off to the orgasmachamber, but she wants me to unload the dishwasher.
I unload the dishwasher, which does not comment.
2009 was an all right year for me. I know that it was pretty rubbish for some people. 2010 is shaping up to be interesting (despite lack of proper ‘future’ things (see above)) and I hope to keep you informed about this in the usual way. Firstly there will be details of the new job I got before Christmas, which sort of troughed and peaked, but is exactly the sort of high-powered role my talents have deserved.
Happy New Year everybody, and thanks for sticking around.