Month: December 2015

The Friday Fun: 12 December 2015

Memories are terribly fragile things, so vulnerable to nuance and circumstance, perspective and context. Perhaps that first kiss, the one that you hold up against the light as the Gold Standard of kisses was, to your kissing partner, no more than meh. Perhaps that awful first day at school, that still has you waking up in cold sweats, the one where you forgot your own name and spilled ketchup all over your crisp white shirt, exists in no-one’s mind but your own. Perhaps all we do, and will ever do, will only ┬ábe one side of a story that no one will remember to tell. Perhaps. But so what. Go out there and try anyway. Kiss that boy, or girl, anyway. Introduce yourself to that stranger, anyway. Dance to that song, anyway. Because even if it’s all a glorious waste of time, even if it’s all ashes in the wind, even if certainty is nothing more than a fancy word, I’d rather having fun trying that give up in despair. It’s the weekend, rose petals, …

The Friday Fun: 4 December 2015

This is it guys. The beginning of the end (of the year). The slow march towards death (of 2015). The gentle decline, the persistent ache of goodbye, the deep still knowledge that all that was, shall no longer be (in terms of dates). The glittering spectacle that is Christmas is all that stands between us and 2016….and I am, frankly, vibrating with excitement. In December, every day is a present. In December, every morning is one sunrise closer to Christmas. In December, all sins are forgiven and all old loves are made new. In December, every day is a winding road and we get a little bit closer to feeling fine. So, mistletoe-twiners, today’s edition of the Friday Fun is extra special, because this is the first Friday of the first weekend in December so here’s a whole host of things to help you get into it. 1. This mega oldie but utter classic, because I alluded to it in the intro and because Sheryl Crow is, and ever shall be, because some of you …