Monday, December 31, 2007

Amateur Night


I loathe New Year .How many depressing Parties and miserable nights in feeling more alone than anyone ever should . How many dismal reviews of a year wasted . How many pointless scrums on the night Dean Martin rightly called , 'Amateur night'.
If you like that sort of thing by all means enjoy all that excrutiating fake "Good cheer". If you don`t , join me in having a quiet drink but otherwise ignoring it . Time passing is a sollemn and mysterious thing and I have never understood how it provokes yips of merriment. Don`t feel left out , we are the sane ones .
Time was never better mused upon than by TS Elliot. in the grand but fragile opening to the Four Quartets nand the note of melancholy and regret he strikes is about the most apt literary reference i can think of for this blasted time of sorrow .
"........Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know"



13 comments:

Nick Drew said...

I am 100% with you on this, Mr M, and have felt the same way since I was 10

solemn and mysterious, yes, that's it

I don't have any literary lines to contribute to the evening but I rather imagine Martin Amis has had something to say, it's up his street (& probably Mutley's too)

Happy New Year anyhow, eh ?

Newmania said...

I have to say Nick I rather like it now I don`t have to

Ed said...

I agree, I find the best way of ignoring it is to have a non-new year's party. I am hoping this evening to replicate the best new year's I had which was a few years ago in a small flat in North London.

Happy 2008 everyone.

Newmania said...

I am hoping this evening ...

Too complex Ed.Just try to get a shag before it is impossible for a drunk woman to give legal consent

Travis Bickle said...

Cheer up NM

Just think of another year passing as one more less of having the current menacious , incompetent, non elected buffoon in charge of our once glorious country.

Happy new year!

Mrs Smallprint said...

Hi Mr N

For a rather silly poem poking fun at Mrs Blair nip over to my blog. It may or may not cheer you up depending on how highbrow you're feeling this evening.

BW

Mrs S

Newmania said...

I am cheerful TB ..

BW.


Mrs SP I will forwith

Philipa said...

What an utterly brilliant post Paul - you did it again.

Happy new year, and by that I mean I sincerely hope the comming year is a happy one for you and yours. For myself, well, a symbol of fresh beginning can sometimes be constructive :-) in the absence of being able to afford a new house!

Happy new year honey, I hope you get more than you bargained for ;-)

Newmania said...

GIven what I am currebtly bargaining on I sincerely hope not P.

All the best to you I expect you are putting on your amusing outfit about now and downing a pint of babycham.....

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

Ah! but to Eliot, April was the Cruelest month. I disagree. January sucks.

I shall be spending New Year in Bed, pretty much what I did all over Christmas. This was not because the merms got a decent stocking filler from santa, but because the Merms got the flu and has been ill for nearly two weeks, oh this misery!

However, misery and woe aside, have a splendid new year Newms and may your decorations stay up longer than is socially acceptable!

Newmania said...

Merms God is just punishing you for having lustful thoughts about David Milliband .....

This is just the start , frogs will shortly start to cascade from your mouth ..and then the boils ...and the Tail. Reduced to a reptilian hellish thing you will skulk in shadows in torment and shame.


( I would not go so easy on you myself )

Anonymous said...

'Pologies to Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
For lying Brown, that chilling blight;
Is slowly dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
Broon is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out nulab that saps the mind,
Their falsehood may we see no more,
Ring out their feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress for England, mind.

Ring out their slowly dying cause,
Their ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
Non PC manners, purer laws.

Ring out Brown's taxes, sleaze and sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out Brown's mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out surveillance statist cud,
The EU traitors and their spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out new labour's foul disease,
Ring out their narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out their thousand laws of old,
Ring in a thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out Brown's shadow o'er all our land,
Ring in the PM that is to be.


Happy New Year everyone - and death to nulab!

Auntie Flo'

Newmania said...

Death to Nu lab and a happy new year to you Flo ..I didn`t recognise the Tennyson i must admit, actually he is one of those people I have somehow never got to

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