I was sitting with a couple of mates (Stuey G & Matty B, if you must know) on New Year’s Eve having a quiet beer (Pointers Pale Ale at Monteith’s Alexandra, if you must know) and we were in a reflective frame of mind which is often the case during these occasions.
It's always a great chance to look back at the previous year’s highlights and lowlights, make your peace with the things you got wrong and give yourself a metaphorical pat on the back for the things you got right.
Personally, my lowest point was an ill-advised and unseemly relationship with a bottle of Tequila that started promisingly in New York with fun, laughter, starry eyes and professions of undying love but resulted, as so many bad relationships do, with heartache, a restraining order, a head that felt like I had gone eight rounds with Mike Tyson and a close inspection of my toilets flushing mechanism.
These may prove to be famous last words but I won’t be doing that again!
My high point is up against a formidable array of experience that include hanging out with my oldest boy in Sydney, visiting the 9/11 memorial in New York (amazing, just amazing), watching @large (a local band) play their final show, visiting the White House, completing (and passing) my first psychology paper and of course watching the movie “Three Billboard’s outside Ebbing Missouri”.
They were all fantastic moments along with so many others as well but the high point stands head and shoulders above them all by a significant margin and that is of course seeing Bob Dylan in concert at Christchurch.
It was, and I say this with no sense of embellishment at all, quite simply one of the best moments of my life.
Bob and his voice were in fine form, the band was tight, the sound great and for an hour and a half I got to sit back immersed in the songs that not just defined a generation but defined me as well.
Rock on Bob. It was sublime.
As for the coming year, my goals are quite modest.
I intend to keep developing my show on Radio Central (new slot 7-9am Sunday morning), release my third book titled “Jones Street”, complete a new water project in Vanuatu (and hopefully Zimbabwe but we will see), stop calling our dog Poppy a stupid mutt, bring peace to the Middle East and take over as head coach of the All Blacks.
In the unlikely event that I don’t achieve all (or any) of these goals, hopefully I can at the very least live a little more in line with the values of the founder of my Christian faith (Jesus) which are to “act justly, walk humbly, and love mercy”.
Have a great 2019 everyone.
P.S Tequila just called. It said sorry and it’ll behave itself from now on.