The northlondonhippy

Ho hum.

As much as I dig being the northlon­don­hippy and believe me, I do, some­times I strug­gle to force myself to sit down in front of my com­puter to pro­duce high qual­ity, web-based con­tent that both informs and entertains.

In other words, some­times I just can’t be arsed.

I’ve always got ideas and a run­ning list of a dozen top­ics which would daz­zle the aver­age hip­py­fan. Of course, you are above aver­age and require a higher stan­dard from this hippy. Don’t worry, I’ll dis­ap­point you all today.

I’m actu­ally in a rea­son­able mood this week as I took deliv­ery of my fancy new cof­fee set up. I’ll do a proper post on it in the near future, but I am pleased to report that I am already pulling rea­son­able shots and pro­duc­ing quite drink­able cap­puc­ci­nos and lattes.

I’m sure its not help­ing that my birth­day is immi­nent. I think that’s why Jan­u­ary sucks so badly, because right off the back of the stu­pid hol­i­days comes my dumb birthday.

Get­ting old sucks. Yes, highly orig­i­nal and thought pro­vok­ing, wouldn’t you agree?

I don’t really mind get­ting older, not that I have a choice or would pre­fer the alter­na­tive, but that’s because I don’t look my age. How much longer can peo­ple still see me as youth­ful? I’m forty-fucking-five years old for fucks sake!

My birth­day brings out my age­ing obses­sion, but don’t despair, it peaks every year around Jan­u­ary and fades into the back­ground soon after that. Then I can move onto other obses­sions, like my utter fail­ure at life.

Haha.

I don’t really feel like a fail­ure, but it’s amus­ing to make jokes about it.

Con­sid­er­ing all my faults, its amaz­ing I’ve done as well as I have out of life and I thank Satan every day for doing that deal with me back when I was a teenager. Eter­nal souls are over­rated any­way, or at least that’s what my mas­ter, er beast­mas­ter tells me. If only I thought to ask him to make me taller! Being short sucks more than get­ting old, any day!

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