It’s that time again when we finish an old year and enter a new year.
I can’t really say a lot about 2018. It’s gone pretty quick. There have been some great moments and some not-so great moments. I suppose I liked it a little better than 2017. Both of them, I’d take any day over 2016, which was an incredibly sucky year and there’s nothing we can say to defend it. Right?
I, myself, have experienced some changes and events in life. Firstly, I’m currently earning enough money to keep the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) out of my way. The jobs I have may not exactly be linked to my dream career or ideal work schedule, but at least I don’t have to keep going to the job centre each week or put up with any stress that they gave me. On the other hand, I do feel for those suffering through their hands, which I shall get to later on.
I have also begun studying an MA in Creative Writing at De Montfort University. I had graduated four years before then, though I was getting quite little experience in the film industry. Don’t get me wrong, I did expand my resume in camerawork, editing and so forth, though I did have large gaps in-between. My ideal career is to be a script-writer for feature films and I feel that this course will give me a further hand.
I also attended some very interesting events, including a couple of cosplay events; one of which I dressed as Agent Smith from the Matrix films, a Gerry Anderson themed event at the National Space Centre, where I met Shane Rimmer, the same bloke who voiced Scott Tracy in Thunderbirds and as Dick Spanner in the show of the same name. He also wrote episodes for some of Gerry’s other shows. I even saw Slade live at the O2 Academy in Leicester. Of course, there are only two of the original members still performing. I even had a brief chat with one of them, Don Powell, the drummer. They was supported by Mud 2, the second generation of Mud members.
But every year’s had low points. Obviously, we’re still in the middle of dealing with Brexit. Worse of all, Theresa May keeps holding the final decision back, whether to go ahead with the scheme or not. Quite frankly, I wanted Brexit to sod off and die ever since it crept into the UK or any part of the world. To top it all, the homelessness rate in the UK has doubled compared to 2012. Partially accountable for the high rates is DWP, who have ignored the fact that not all claimants of Universal Credit are fit to work, due to certain conditions, ridiculed them and stopped their benefits. Those who are fit to work do their very best to get a decent job, but DWP could at least be more reasonable. I remember coming to a public meeting and there was a lady who lacked mobility in her legs and emotionally stated how she was mistreated for years and had tried to reason with the department that she couldn’t work due to her disability to no success. She was almost in tears and I don’t blame her for that. DWP, if you’re reading this, you need to rethink your actions and the hurt you’re causing to the claimants. You’ve made so many of them homeless and some of them have committed suicide as a result.
Just a few months ago, we lost Vichai Srivaddhanaprabha, the chairman of Leicester City Football Club, through a helicopter crash. The helicopter belonged to the Club which I sometimes work for as a steward. It had occurred sometime after I finished work and after the helicopter left the stadium. It was quite a surprise to hear about it when I got home. I also remember passing through a memorial that took place outside the stadium.
And of course, other celebrities we lost through 2018 include;
David Ogden Stiers
George H.W. Bush
Harry Leslie Smith
Matt ‘Guitar’ Murphy
There’s too much more to say about 2018, but let’s welcome 2019 and see how it goes.