The Twelfth Hour

In a very short time, 2014 will be upon us. The new year brings with it many things; resolutions that break, dreams that become realities and events that leave either a kiss or a pox on time.
Whatever it may bring, many of us aspire to change our lives anew with the new year; predominantly with resolutions that either work out or fail miserably. Sometimes we even plan things and they go wrong, then we try again and they go wrong... only for the chips to eventually fall into place at the time that is truly right.

In any case, at the stroke of twelve on New Years Eve, everyone is brimming with expectations, ambitions, hopes and a multitude of things that can only be found with the release of a new year. My resolution?
That the new year will bring happiness, love, luck and wisdom to the world. And that people will stop slaughtering animals and desecrating nature; that'd be fricking amazing.
So with all that being said, I hope 2014 brings you much in terms of things to smile about. Bad days will be naturally be inevitable, but I hope that the happy ones are plentiful and more memorable than anything else the year might throw at you.
And if you're one of those people who make New Years resolutions and can never fulfil them; remember that the most important thing is to make a start.

"Now finish the work so that your eager willingness to do it may be matched by your completion of it, according to your means"- 2 Corinthians 8:11

^random but potentially helpful Bible quote....

Have a great last few hours of 2013, make the most of them and let's all hope that next year is a better year for those random bloggers who never know what to write!

One Night with The Voice

DISCLAIMER: The following blog post comes with the knowledge that others haven't been made for quite some time. And it's also worth knowing that the author has never been diagnosed with what has been dubbed "Craig Plague".

For those of you who may have seen it, I was on the news for about 5 seconds due to being filmed while Harrison Craig (2013 winner of The Voice) was doing a meet&greet at Westfield. Needless to say, the day itself was memorable enough to say the least. Aside from standing in line for what must have been an eternity, I met him. He was sitting at a table and he stood up to greet my friends and myself. He gave them a hug with clear sincerity, but when my turn came he seemed somewhat reluctant. And he smelt like laundry powder. 

Not the greatest first impression, and it lingers on as the most unusual brush with fame that one could have.

Five months later, it came to my attention that he was performing Christmas carols in the city. On the night of his last performance I went along with my friend and after what was an entertaining show, fangirls could line up and meet him. Feeling that it was time for a catch-up, I joined the line. 

After getting on the stage and saying the strangest things ever, I think the poor chap is in need of some therapy. 

HC: Hello!

Me: I remember you! You were at Westfield a few months ago! You smelt like laundry powder!

After he did his best to remain composed, he hugged me and I took a loud exaggerated sniff (to give him credit, he smelled rather nice). Upon his release, he looked ready to move to Tibet. So to reassure him, I said he smelt better.

I then posed for photos with him and my friend and while they did their best to keep calm and ignore the basket case, I put my elbow on his shoulder and posed with the elegance of a bogan leaning proudly on his Commodore.

Much later, when he was leaving, my friend and I were walking as he drove past in a heavily guarded buggy. 

Me: (obscenely loud) You smell great!!

HC: (loudly, but with more dignity) Thank you!

It came to my realisation later that what I said to him could have been interpreted as offensive/crass/crazy/stupid, and that in the years to come, I will have been the cause of his nightmares. So just to set the record straight;

Harrison, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for:

• being mental
• sniffing you
• making comments on your stench/lack of it
• shouting at you
• treating you like a bogan car

Please accept my sincerity and if ever makes you feel better, you can sniff me too. But to give you the heads-up, I don't smell like laundry powder. 

And that, dear readers, was my night with The Voice... or rather the winner of the TV show. I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas and a equally awesome New Year. 2014 promises to be intriguing and with any luck, so will the posts.

All the very best until the next time.