26/08/02
Finally The Rock has come back….
No sorry wrong phrase, Um hello. My name is Dave Gorman…
No wrong again. Uh Prynhawn da…
No sorry, "dead language on aisle four", let’s see. Oh yeah hello, my name is the 9th Wonder Of Foam. It has been too long my friends, if indeed you are still there. Everyone connected with the website has been lazy as hell with only Invisible Jim’s diary entries keeping us amused. But worry not because soon most of us start back at school/University. Neo enters work, Qwimfore enters the back passage of some old guy, Trow enters year three and I enter year two and hopefully a lot more women. This should at least make us feel as though we’ve been neglecting the site and therefore waste our own time updating her more regularly.
Anyway the point of my page was to vent anger at the littlest of thing and to express my joy at the littlest things, but seeing as I have done nothing…. NOTHING since May 21st I had nothing to write about. Now the current music scene as of late been a source of great anguish for me what with the group of rapping townies "The Blazin(g) Squad" getting to number one with someone else’s song etc. But that subject is a vast one and needs a lot of thinking and edition before I can commit to posting that.
So I thought what better way to try and kick-start for the millionth time the site than to talk about the past three months, and how I’ve lived a life quiet harmony.
So on May17th roughly I finished Uni until October 7th, the longest un broken period of holiday since those first three years of my life. Now… most mature people of my age would obviously get a job, and some did (all credit to Barrie) now I know Neo will get annoyed but his job thing was not by choice it was part of his course which is why I reserve praise. Anyway a summer job, doesn’t sound too daunting does it? Even my 15-year-old sister will be getting a part-time job soon (which makes me look all the more bum-like)
Now most people who know me know my stance on employment. I recognise that people need it to survive, but I do not recognise the need for it to become someone’s life. "But Foamy, it’s only a part-time job stop being so uppity" I know but hey that’s me. I am one of the most boring people you will ever meet right now, I don’t smoke, I hate clubbing, don’t do drugs, like to watch copious amounts of television, and I don’t really drink to often either, but all these "risks" are not being used. Because I’m saving the biggest risk of them all for my "job" if you call it that.
Saying that you want to break into movies is now as common as saying "hey I’ll have a coffee" And I wouldn’t be surprised if most people laugh at me. But the thing is this is all I have, it is all I want to do because just thinking about doing a desk job for forty years is not what life is about. So that is what drives me.
I’m not going ramble on further because I’ve talked about work before. But this holiday has taught me that I want to do movies more than ever. The money? Well yeah that’s a big factor, to be able to say to my father quit work now you’re rich is nice, and to say it to about 15 other family member will be nice too. But it’s not the money, this holiday has opened my eyes to lots of things, specifically about me. I haven’t done anything of worth to society since May, but I’ve enjoyed just sitting back and getting by on what I have. I’m content, and happy, I’m not working to accumulate cash because I don’t need that much money. A couple of quid for drinking the odd DVD and I’m happy, except for a women but that’s another long story.
Becoming a director/scriptwriter will allow me not only to continue to enjoy life, but to have these big breaks for half a year at a time. I don’t see it as lazy or necessarily smart, but just as me doing something I want to do. I get up when I want, I " work" when I want and I do what I want. It’s not big things but I enjoy them a lot more than having to work In a supermarket half the week then have the other half off recuperating.
It is my goal when I get to the pearly gates for St Peter not to have to look through a folder to see if my name is on the list but for him to spot me and go "This guy!" And know that I did something, whether it was tell a story so big and touching or even just to inspire the next Spielberg or Burton or Kubrick. But on the other side of the coin I want to just be able to enjoy the pleasure of getting up at 10:00 a.m, walking in the rain at night, going to the local.
It’s the big things you’ll be remembered for but the small things are what you’ll remember most…
Hopefully, same time, next week.
© Paul Hunt 2002