It’s only just struck me that in two and a half weeks’ time, we’ll be entering a new decade.
This is the third time I’ve done this, although only the second time it actually occurs to me that it’s a little bit more than another Christmas holiday, on account of me being six when we rolled from ’89 to ’90.
And as I was discussing with associate Phil the other day, we’ll soon have to start including the “nineteen” when we talk about the past. “The twenties” has always meant the 1920′s, but in another ten years we’ll be entering the twenties ourselves, and saying 2020′s sounds a bit awkward as a term for the whole ten years – of course, “the 2000′s” sounded odd which led to people referring to “the noughties”, which I absolutely fucking hate. This will become more noticeable in a few years’ time, when people refer back to the first measurable slice of the 21st century, and aren’t really sure how to phrase it.
Unfortunately, i didn’t really achieve much in the last ten years. The decade started with me dropping out of Sixth Form, where I would have been part of the year group taking the last old-style A-levels ever. I learnt to drive. I got a full-time job with a company who went bust after six weeks and didn’t pay me, then shifted myself down to That London for a couple of years. After I came back, I lived at home for a bit, then with Alex, Paul and Magee in scummy Potton Road and posh Emery Place, then back at home. I worked for a prison and a tea company before joining BP as a part-time till-tart, then going full-time, then being an assistant manager for a bit, then… leaving. (more…)
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