Would You Adam and Eve It?

It’s all relative when it comes to it, isn’t it?

Time that is.

[That’s about as profound as I get. Although it’s probably completely untrue; but hey, what the hell do I know?[1]]

I mean it’s a temporal concept which we all implicitly understand, don’t we? The way, for instance, that depending on the context, a year can sometimes seem like five minutes and at other times, five minutes can sometimes feel like a year.

And it’s been a year – give or take – since we started this Blog of ours.

This Blog which for all intents and purposes encompasses a single year in the life of the Taps.

And how quickly it is has gone – or at least that’s how it’s seemed to me (you see how the stuff about time and context is suddenly relevant and not just tedious filler?)

But it’s true isn’t it? How quickly time has passed. For me it’s practically flown by, no matter how many things may have happened in those 12 months – be that Jade getting her first job, Michelle and Casey graduating, Spurs’ Champions League run, the opening of the Kings Head, Irena’s various fresh pieces, Quiz Night, the London Riots, Ray going, Colin arriving, The Wire, Battlestar Galactica, Rome, or Sophie Macaroni no longer being my most deadly and cunning arch-nemesis yet.

It’s flown by.

12 months in a blur.

12 months in a good blur. 12 months in a blur I’d do again with no regrets.

They say that time flies in good company. And I'll attest to that.

They also say that a man is known by the company he keeps.

And for all their drinking, gambling, compulsive swimming, Celtic supporting, fresh piece collecting, international music starring, university going, house selling, day off taking, shot drinking, Roxanne/Red lighting, box set watching, karaoking ways, I'm proud to be known by it.  

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[1] Profound but basically wrong in every way that it’s possible to be wrong:  – that pretty much sums up everything I say.