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Peer pressure

Posted on | January 4, 2009 | 2 Comments

It seems that everyone else is doing it.  Round-ups of the previous year seem to be de rigueur.  Personally, I’ve never cared for them or, indeed, any new year shenanigans.  I’m not really one for the new year thing – arbitrary day after all.

That said, I’m the bitch of peer pressure.  So then, daah, dah, dah, daaaaaah, here is the year of Gerry (such as it is).

  • January to July:  Drudged along in a meaningless, brain-melting job with no hope of redemption.
  • August: Redemption. I am freed.  Redundo-boy rides high.
  • September:  Euro-Disney family holiday.  Saw nasty side of ‘Disney-liking adults’.  Awful, ignorant bastards.  Best not get me started on that lot.
  • October: DIY.
  • November: Managed to get something done.
  • December:  Fucking Christmas and all its diversionary shite.

Despite all life’s and wife’s efforts to the contrary, I did manage to blag my way to the following this year:

  • Red Planet Prize 2008 – Finalist (no winner announced at time of writing – fingers crossed)
  • Movie Mogul Fund 2008 – Semi-Finalist
  • British Short Screenplay Competition – Quarter-Finalist
  • Rouge Wave Short Scene Competition – Winner

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2 Responses to “Peer pressure”

  1. Istvanski
    January 9th, 2009 @ 15:01

    Quite a succesful year, Gerry. Life changing, perhaps?

  2. Gerry Hayes
    January 9th, 2009 @ 15:29

    In some respects, Ister. I’m hoping that 2009 will be life changing in a ‘don’t have to go and work for The Man again’ sort of way. Fingers crossed, eh?

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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