Nostalgia [a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for a past period or irrecoverable condition]

So i’ve blatantly rediscovered ‘The Wonder Years’ and frankly I don’t know how i’ve been getting by without it for all these years. It has to be one of the best TV shows I ever did see, and I’m now in the process of downloading all 6 series so that I can watch it all again from start to finish.

I’ve watched several episodes already this week and I really can’t describe the sense of fulfillment and total nostalgic happiness at sitting back and reliving these moments.

I think it’s half to do with how amazing the show actually is but also half of it is because I was such a young kid when I experienced it first time round and I distinctly remember relating to the character of Kevin so much, and thinking it was all so funny and insightful.

Now I watch it again, but this time round I’m a father with kids of my own and have a whole different take on it…. I still relate to Kevin in the same way, but now I can also relate to the parents and see all the things that went straight over my head as a kid. It truly is a great show and twenty years on it is no less poignant and insightful.

Memory Foam

So then, obviously I haven’t been keeping with the program on the whole posting regularly business but whatever, I’ve been nursing a broken body for half the time and the other half i’ve been working/lazy so what you gonna do.

Yes. Brighton happened. Fact. And although I didn’t smash my face up and mainline brown or whatever thoroughly disgusting acts my associate may have inflicted upon herself….. I did still have quite an epic one though. In a conversation with my esteemed colleague just the other day i mentioned that up until now i had assumed nights containing that level of extreme debauchery were a thing of the past for us. Evidently not. It seems we do indeed still have it in us to completely destroy our minds and bodies in an extended marathon of tears and laughter and general insanity. I’m unsure whether to be happy or sad about that, but I’ll tell you all one thing for certain…. I haven’t laughed so much in a very long time (possibly ever). I was literally begging for mercy as I struggled to stop myself from howling with delirious laughter for fear of my already sore chest and lungs simply collapsing. So yes, all strange variables aside a good time was had by all even if they can’t all remember it…. in a strange twist of fate however that is actually my curse, as I alone seem to remember every damn second of the whole affair. Highlights include;

Invasive gay neighbours causing chaos,

Peter spitting beer in my hair,

Peter spitting beer on my face,

Having to then drive 100 miles to go and do a full shift at work,

No sleep at all for approximately 42 hours.

Needless to say I felt very very wrong whilst at work and altogether horrific for the next couple of days. But in essence it was a Job well done, and you can’t argue with the statistics.