I come with sad news. This could be the end. We have grown too close and the innapropriate touching whilst waiting for the train the other night has forced me to do this.


... so it's been about six months and I'm afraid that as much as I have enjoyed my personal blogging experience I have also found the whole ideal a bit of a chore. I have a lot of priorities in life at the moment and when it comes down to it spending time writing for my blog is low down on the list.... as a result I am making a brave decision to close off six of seven sins for the time being. I have made many friends and have enjoyed reading other blogs but I feel that I have neglected comoox.com as a result of this.


My short term priorities are clear... I'm getting married in Mexico in three weeks time and by the time I get back from my honeymoon it will be Christmas.... and then 2007. 2007 will be a big year for my new web design business with agressive marketing in January.... I have even changed then name of it in preparation - move over spitfire design studios and welcome hotpickle.net.

2006 has been a strange year. I've learnt lots of new skills, I've made lots of new friends.... there have also been major ups (getting married!) as well as major downs (Lou's cancer) but I feel that I have grown as a person in all of this and am sensible enough to reassess my life on a regular basis.


I would like to stay in touch with you still and would really appreciate it if you visit comoox.com as often as you can. I know it can be a bit strange and slightly off the wall but it's nice to know you're there. I'll still try and visit you all as often as I can and will continue to make strangely inappropriate comments on your blogs.


Thanks once again for visiting and I hope to hear from you soon.


It's been special.


Matt.


p.s. Can the last one out please turn off the lights.

It is almost time for the most disturbing anniversary of my existence... no I'm not quite 30 yet but this month it is ten years since I first went to University.

Back in the October of 1996 I left home to start my alcohol fuelled existence as a man of poverty. I was 18. Doesn't that sound strange? It certainly does to me. I mean eighteen years old for god sake - that's like almost still a child. Now I'm 28 and feel almost middle aged. Where did those years go?

The ten years can be tracked comically as follows:

Year 1: The failed first year (Several posts all on their own here) - basically far too much alcohol, no work and far too many moments of unconsciousness. Ask me again when I'm drunk
Year2: 'second' first year
Year3: 'first' second year
Year4: A year out - oh yeah, working in the nuclear industry - do you think I'll be able to have children now?
Year5: The final year - no life, just Friday nights and white boards full of far too many formulas. Graduate. Thank god.
Year6: Leave home and move as many miles away as I can without getting on a plane. B&B followed by my very first own rented pad!
Year7: Move into a beautiful grade 2 listed building in a small classical village in the south east. 15 miles from Brighton. Promotion at work. Runs on the south downs. Days on the beach. Sweet.
Year8: Chill before moving back to Warrington. A new job and a mortgage. Shit the bed. Neighbours from hell and domestic violence. Nice.
Year9: Get the fuck out of that house and that street. I can't believe that people seriously bring up children in this world. My neighbours should be shot. Oh - find dream house instead. Get mortgage twice as large. Propose to my fiancee.
Year 10: Have mid-life crisis on a Saturday night whilst drinking too much wine. Reflect badly on 10 years since going to university and order too much stuff off the internet. Dreams can come true.

So here we are. Life is good but, fuck me, doesn't time fly. I can remember my first day at uni as if it was yesterday. Do I feel bad? I don't know, should I?

But hey, life is gooooood. I have a house, nearly a wife, dreams, a career, more dreams, a good salary, many friends and all the fun in the world. So, I'm going to bed now to dream of the next ten years. Will I be rich? Famous? Infamous? Will you? If so, then please send me some money. Can you earn much money as a 40 year old gigalo?