Sunday, January 14, 2007

Intimations of Mortality (well, of Getting A Bit Older)

I’ve been listening to loads of Mercury Rev recently. Checking the tracklisting of Deserter Songs, the release date caught my eye.


That can’t be right, I thought. 1998? That’s eight, maybe nine years ago. Longer even than the eternity between finishing primary school and getting your A-level results.

So many things have changed since then. I’ve travelled the world twice, I’ve had several different jobs and I’ve lived in a fair few different towns. I’ve watched friends get married and have babies. I bought a car and startled my closest friends when I joined a gym. I passed that invisible but inevitable point where you take over from your parent as the adult in the family.

1998 is another country.

The last time I had a proper boyfriend was in 1998.


  • that's the last time I was in a relationship with anyone who was prepared to admit that they were in a relationship with me.

    By Blogger GreatSheElephant, at 5:05 PM  

  • That's the year I tend to revert to when I can't remember the actual date at the beginning of each new year. Still don't know why.

    By Blogger Hannah, at 6:16 PM  

  • I remember when it came out, I was still a teenager, still bought the NME, etc. *sigh*

    By Blogger Billy, at 6:33 PM  

  • I think 1998 was the last year I used recreational drugs on a regular basis, so it's all a bit of a blur. Christ, I can't believe that was nine years ago. It's hard to even imagine myself as being the same person that I was back then. I suppose few of us really are.

    By Blogger LC, at 6:33 PM  

  • Wow... 1998. The year I screwed up my A-levels, and the year I met selfish shit head boyfriend (these are connected)... Yeah, nine years was a lifetime ago.

    But, if Cher could turn back time for me, I wouldn't want her to. I wouldn't know what to talk to myself about (let alone boyfriend).

    By Anonymous easily led, at 7:58 PM  

  • Oddly enough, I bought that very album only yesterday - partly as a response to your constant references to Mercury Rev.

    How time flies.

    By Blogger Wyndham, at 10:25 PM  

  • Arsenal won the double, and I moved in with my now ex-wife.


    You're right.

    By Blogger Quote, at 11:17 PM  

  • Started uni, thus leaving home for more than seventeen days the first time. I didn't get out of the South West much during my year out. And yes, I really am a changed man.

    By Blogger corin, at 12:08 AM  

  • The other day I heard nirvana on the oldies station. Things are getting serious!

    By Blogger M, at 12:43 AM  

  • Yep. I hate those moments.

    By Blogger Sassy Sundry, at 3:45 AM  

  • God, what a load of maudlin old shite I come up with when I post on a Sunday.

    Hangovers are rubbish. I've cheered up now but still disturbed by the 1998 thing.

    Still, give me another year or two and it'll have been a DECADE since I had a boyfriend.


    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 10:14 AM  

  • I've got a theory that, up until the age of about thirty five (half the average life expectancy I suppose) you're riding a bicycle uphill quite slowly, noticing the years go by. Then you get to the top, and the rest of your life on the downhill just hurtles by in a flash. Ten years ago seems like ten minutes ago to me. Everything is a blur since about 1998 for me, actually.

    There, that's cheered you up.

    By Blogger Betty, at 12:59 PM  

  • Betty, that's exactly what my mother says.

    I'd always hoped that this hurtling-ever-quicker-towards-death only afflicted the breeders. Apparently not.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 1:15 PM  

  • 1998, eh?
    I've gone without for three years longer than you.
    Bummer …

    By Blogger dive, at 1:45 PM  

  • 1998. Eventful year - I had my stomach pumped on more occassions than I had sex. That was a pretty shitty year.

    By Anonymous riddledwiththepox, at 2:12 PM  

  • 1998. Split with asshole bf, two grandparents died, failed two classes at uni, nearly lost my scholarhip, and suffered the worst depression of my life. i wasn't hospitalized, but i should have been, and would have had i been living within 100 miles of anyone who gave a shit about me. the boyf sure didn't (hence the split).

    Definately not a year to repeat. Second worst of my life. I'm glad it's so far in the past.

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 5:47 PM  

  • God. I did my GCSEs in 1998, then picked all science A-levels. I was going to be a haematologist. However, I had already discovered alcohol by this point so the seeds of my almost-destruction were sown, unbeknownst to my excited, optimistic, idiotic sixteen year-old self. A year I don't care to recall too often, really.

    Hannah - I'm glad someone else does that. For ages I had to count on my fingers by Christmasses to work out what year it actually was.

    By Blogger violetforthemoment, at 8:08 PM  

  • I can't remember anything about 1998.

    Apart from Tony Blair grinning like a wanker.

    It must have been a good year.

    By Blogger garfer, at 10:51 PM  

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