A religious sect captured me and held me hostage for 9 months. I ate 96 Double Deckers in one sitting and had to take The Final Dump. Birds. Now that I've gotten all the excuses out of the way for why I haven't posted a blog since May last year, lets continue. A lot of things have changed for me in this last year. Samantha and I decided to part ways a few months ago, which I'm still dealing with. Also, very recently, my Grandfather passed away, and I miss him very much. However, despite these events, positive things have happened too! |
I now work full time in a bar called the Piccadilly Tap in Manchester, which sells 27 beers on tap. (Fun fact: if you drink all 27 beers in one night, you get a free trip to the hospital.) Everybody that works there is great, and I get on very well with them all! Even the model fish above the bar (Oscar).
I mean, sure, you get the odd few people coming to the bar and asking for 'One beer please', at which point I explain that we have 27 on tap, and just quite how big of a question that is to ask me. Either that, or we have people asking for a pint of whatever the name of brewer is, rather than the beer, which leads me to explaining that we do indeed have more than one 'Magic Rock' on tap, and that if I had followed his request in a literal sense, he would have received 5 beers and my absolute disdain.
What this job has given me (with the exception of a renewed lack of faith in the intelligence and sobriety of man) is an oppourtunity to move in the city. So I did exactly that. I now live near the centre of Manchester, and I love it. I even love the mouse that I found in my new room on the second morning of living here. His name is Terence. He likes rice.
I mean, sure, you get the odd few people coming to the bar and asking for 'One beer please', at which point I explain that we have 27 on tap, and just quite how big of a question that is to ask me. Either that, or we have people asking for a pint of whatever the name of brewer is, rather than the beer, which leads me to explaining that we do indeed have more than one 'Magic Rock' on tap, and that if I had followed his request in a literal sense, he would have received 5 beers and my absolute disdain.
What this job has given me (with the exception of a renewed lack of faith in the intelligence and sobriety of man) is an oppourtunity to move in the city. So I did exactly that. I now live near the centre of Manchester, and I love it. I even love the mouse that I found in my new room on the second morning of living here. His name is Terence. He likes rice.
With this new beginning on the horizon, I thought I'd take the opportunity of writing this blog to cement a few goals for myself: because nothing says commitment like declaring your plans over the internet.
So rather than lie in bed all day, I'm going to finish off this post, have a shower and go to work. I've got things to do in the city.
All the best
Phil
- Lose my Belly - It's been a good run for me and the party barrel, but I'm single now and I dont want to look like Hugh Jackman if he discovered a love for bread.
- Cook More - I love to cook. It's not only therapeutic, but its delicious too. More delicious than wasting my money on a butty from Tesco that tastes of refrigeration.
- Edit Showreel - I feel that creating a example of all of my work would be extremely beneficial . Nobody wants to sift through loads of Youtube videos, when one video will do.
- Finish all edit projects - I have so many things to edit and finally the time as well.
- Play a live music gig - My bass trigger finger has been itching to play live, ever since I played with the band Munich Deaf Club back in 2010.
- Find my niche - This relates specifically to my being a filmmaker and photographer. I need to specify.
So rather than lie in bed all day, I'm going to finish off this post, have a shower and go to work. I've got things to do in the city.
All the best
Phil