2007 began in the Stace household with Chinese and boardgames. I think I probably won the games but that might be totally incorrect. January continued with the ceiling in my office falling down to expose the asbestos undercoat; a new obsession was born- namely beginning to watch all the West Wing episodes; and a trip to Brentwood to help Mat, Dave and Mart move to PIGS towers. Well I say help Mat, Dave and Mart: in truth 'Commander Dave' played Elite 2 on the computer and Mart went to watch a panto. Mat, Phil and I did all the manly lugging whilst Chad did the grim cleaning. Kudos to Chad. Oh it was at this time that Phil invented a new sport, 'whitevanrollerman' - which was fab. During this period Lau was mostly stressed out about her dissertation and had started to hate her flatmate.
Moving into February. This was quite a busy month all in all. I passed my professional training course that provided me with a professional training qualification. Marvellous. My work had paid for the year long course, so I thanked them by handing in my notice and getting a job elsewhere. Not unsuprisingly my boss at the time responded by being a total knobber and writing a bitchy letter, which pissed me off for a bit until I remembered that I was leaving, so up yours son. To celebrate the qualification all of the people on the course, and their partners, went to the dogs for a night out. I came second out of everyone on the betting front but I actually lost money so that really shows how good we were. I announced my retirement from rugby, which went largely unheralded. Laura was still stressed out about her dissertation at this point and relations had started to break down with her flatmate
March came along and with it was an early chance to sample what my new working life would be, with a couple of trips to my new job. I left scared, what had I done? Dave Stacey spent much of this time laughing at me. I captained a team at the all-night soccerthon and managed to be the teams leading goalscorer, quite a feat as I actually played in goal. We didn't win. At all. The Stace took a trip to cardiff to settle the X3 debate and decide once and for all whether dave Lev had taken more pictures of birds or flowers during his trip to NZ. These questions were answered once and for all and the world was greatful. March was an odd month as for no reason I went on a 17 miles cross country cycle. this wasn't repeated throughout the rest of the year. Laura finished her dissertation (Hoorah!) and was mainly stressed out by me turning around en route on a trip with her to swansea when a friend phoned to offer me a ticket for england v wales on the morning of the game. Priorities people, priorities. Wales won and I was happy. Laura was not.
Teamspeak was installed as a regular occurance in PIGS towers in April and Martin spent many a happy hour talking to me via the laptop in the kitchen, my "disembodied voice" (ref: moments only) haunting his every move around his own house. Lau's flatmate went to Turkey for 2 weeks, so I moved in to trial living together. It went well, although there were a great deal of new rules to learn. Girls are very complicated. Did I mean complicated? No, I think I meant bossy.
May - the birthdays of messers mat and Dave necessitated a trip to Essex. I wanted to go early so set off without Dave and with a plan to pub crawl to shenfield with Mat to meet Dave off the later train. I actually ended up on the later train as my car broke down in Swindon, leaving me 40 miles behind where I started about 4 hours after I had set out. Just to top things off I lost my phone on the underground whilst speaking welsh to stace, though this was later returned by the only nice Londoner in existance. Essex trip was fab and we went to some pub with loads of the cru and got very drunk. Happy Days. A bit later on in May I started my new job and collected my Vomit green coloured company car. After a few weeks of "wtf am i doing?", I got over it and started to enjoy the new environment. I was now living back in Cardiff full time, and finally Laura and I were in the same city. Laura and her flatmate were now at war.
At the beginning of June I managed to flog my car to an elderly gentleman for a ridiculously inflated price, though the world got me back for that by filling my diesel engine with unleaded petrol. I spent the car profit on hoping that I hadn't wrecked my new company car. Fortunately I hadn't and Mr Stace turned up to give me a hand and take the piss a bit. many thanks to him for his kind efforts. Laura and I planned her escape route from WW3 and found a house to move into, with the move itself coming next month. During June I met up with the essex cru in London and we went for a Japanese, I also flew to Bangor using the smallest most rickety plane ever and I started playing cricket to satisfy my competive streak that had been urging me to do something since retiring from rugby.
July saw me move in with Laura, and all was good, well apart from the fact that I managed to slam my finger in the door of the transit van and had to go to A&E halfway through moving in day (symbolic anyone?). My birthday was super and I tried to drink my way around the world in a world beer bottle bar. I failed but I did get drunk enough to tell laura that I was planning to propose and had bought her a ring. This was all true but probably not the way she'd have wanted to hear it. As it turned out, maybe this was a smart move.
My first ever visit to Twickers was just in time to see Wales get battered by 60 points in August. Joy of joys. I responded by going home and buying a psp. Retail therapy at its best.
My second visit to twickers happened in September when i went to see the Police with Mat, Amanda and Nix. Awesome gig, really enjoyed it and was all chilled out - I think its good when you only know like three songs cos you can just relax with a beer rather than having to dance or sing or whatever. Later on in September Mat came to cardiff for a beer or two in the world beer bar and then acted as the photographer in my sisters wedding. He was great and I thoroughly enjoyed the day despite being sober for all of it. Laura was a little put out when some (drunk) friends of my sister declared that they fancied me in school. During this time Lau started disliking her flatmate again. Oh shit, that was now me.
October was a bastard. Lau declared that she wasn't into the relationship anymore and called it off. GAY. October really was lame. Lame, lame, lame.
I went to 'the wood' in November to join the cru for Fireworks night and a trip to Jimmy's farm. I also walked through essex at night with martin and saw a fight, spoke to some chavs and critiqued some films and bands. Good times. During this time I also started internet dating and went on a date with a nice girl who turned out to be crazy pyscho nuts. Some people might suggest that all girls are crazy psycho nuts after they've been on a date with me but I ignore those people. November saw the birth of the first stacey child and what an awesome character he is.
With December came the decision to book a trip to New York for January. Office christmas parties (I managed to pull at one, wahoo!) and of course, Christmas itself. Christmas was odd cos my sister wasn't at home until Boxing day but that did mean more Turkey for me. At least it would have done had I not been feeling ill. Helen and Simon helped me move out of the house and back into the parental home and then, once all my stuff was safely back in the attic I headed off to Brentwood for New Year. Over new year I caught the sickness and diahorrea bug and spent a few days being a wreck and talking to way too many people about my bowel movements. New Years eve was nicely ushered in by the receipt of a parking ticket and most of the time leading up to new year was spent on the toilet, which did provide some hilarity but wasn't how I had imagined seeing in the new year.
Fuck you 2007, you fucking cunt.
Long live 2008.
Until next year,
Founder Dart out.
No comments:
Post a Comment