Good evening dear readers. Reader? Lionel? Anyway, with another year over and a spare few minutes I figured it was a perfect opportunity to return to my neglected blog.
2012 proved to be somewhat of a whirlwind for me and the second half has sped by with me scarcely noticing. Last time we spoke I was 6, 000 miles away from home in South Korea, hot but happy. Today I’m sat at home, hot and contemplative. I think if I tried to detail all I’ve been up to this would need to be broken down into volumes so I’ll keep it fairly vague. Where to start though?
I guess, as I’ve mentioned it already, “home” would be a good place to start. Last year saw four places lay claim to this title and thus I’ve been left feeling a little like a nomad, although that may just be the terrible beard. From Cheshire, to Korea, to the West Midlands and to the Netherlands, it’s fairly safe to say that I’ve been all over the ruddy gaff. With the first two well documented and the third less than exciting let’s skip straight to the fourth.
After a year of what essentially amounted to getting my shit together I finally embarked upon my journey to become Vince Panther MA. As if going back to university as an allegedly mature student wasn’t enough, I also chose to do so abroad. No part of this endeavour has been easy but I’m determined to soldier on. I came perilously close to letting this opportunity slip through my fingers and exist forever as a “maybe one day” idea. However, I chose not to let it. With the help of both the beautiful lady in my life and Public Enemy I somehow find myself the other side of my first semester at university since 2009 and half way towards achieving what, up until very recently, was unthinkable. The days leading up to my departure were some of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was terrified. Whilst I would never claim to have the courage levels of a certain Little Toaster, I do usually cope quite well with stuff, so this knocked me sideways a little. The day of my flight was a battle against my stomach, my eyes, my brain and my feet and when I lay my head down on my, quite frankly rubbish, pillow in my new home that night, I had a million thoughts racing through my head and I was scared. Four months later, I’m not scared any more. I’m surprised I managed it, even shocked, and I may even allow myself a slight sense of pride.
In a curious piece of ordering on my part, allow me to enlighten you with my biggest, most exciting news of the year, and indeed, my entire life. The girl I have written about on numerous occasions, the one mentioned above, the one who has been there for me from the very moment I met her, my perfect woman agreed to become Mrs. Panther. I could carry on for a mighty long time about how incredibly happy and lucky I am to have her and for this to be happening but, as I’m sure listening to me gushing isn’t top of your to-do-list for today, allow this little guy to demonstrate for me.
By sheer coincidence I’ve just realised how much better that gif is when listening to ‘Push It To The Limit’ from Scarface.
Now I’m back home in merry old England, free from university work (if I pretend I don’t have to do it, then it doesn’t count), I find that I’ve come back to reality with a bump. After a few months of feeling oh so intellectual and contemplating what makes a just society, the semiotics of cinema and Spinoza’s account of the state of nature I find myself now tackling the real questions in life such as “why does it matter if the curtains are closed or not?”, “how often can the woman over the road possibly wash the windows in order to less than subtly spy on the neighbours?” and “does putting spare cuttings of carpet underneath things really look better than the tiny dents they would leave?” All massive queries, I’m sure you’ll agree. I guess it can’t always be top-level prattery.
All this should give you some idea as to how excited I am about 2013. It looks like things are finally falling into place and I may start to become a real person soon. Maybe.