The irony... not just something to press your trou

Just realised something, about the fact that I'm going to see the Wildhearts in the Barrowlands tonight, and that they last played there 8 years ago...

I was 18 in October 1995. I had left school 6 months earlier and had gone on to be an unemployed waste of a man, though the couple of years prior to that were a bit of a waste too, being a snotty punk kid as I was. I went to the WH gig, and got so caught up in the positive energy of it all (it was the 'we're not splitting after all!' tour, fucking brilliant night), I suddently got seriously motivated to do something with my life. Two weeks later, I landed this job. More stuff happened in the months after that than probably ever...

Eight years later, and it's this job that's broken my spirit, leaving me not really wanting to do much of anything fun, including going to see the Wildhearts tonight.

Fucking stupid Wildhearts...

Also just noticed that the last journal entry pretty much hightlights all three versions of 'Stu'. There's the sensible 'businessman Stu', all grown up and in a respectable career, and almost ready to start a family with the woman he loves, just generally earning a living and building a future. There's the 'geek Stu', who just wants to dress like a bum, geek out and lose himself in videogames and computer stuff/the internet all the time instead of washing and sleeping and being social. And finally, the 'hard-drinking rawk n' roller' Stu, who loves boozing, throwing on the leather jacket, going to cool gigs with equally cool friends, and plays in a cool rawk n' roll band, living it all up at 11.

Being those three people at the one time can be tough, but I'd rather not have to be just one of them. You can spend so much time trying to work out which one you have to be though, that you end up being nobody at all.

I have no idea why I just wrote that down.