Welcome back! We continue to make inexorable forward progress through the years until we catch up with the current day.
Ah, I see we’re past the “violin” phase and into the “piano” phase.
I stopped using Brolene. I know, I know, such a bad man.
Not only did I never get round to finishing this joke, I’ve lost track of where I’d got to. Looks like I’m going to have to start all over again.
This is a tweet
I feel like being offensive for no reason
So fuck you in the feet.15 February 2018
Compared to some of my previous valentine’s day tweets, this one’s positively family-friendly. I like it, it has a lot of fine qualities.
I hope it tasted as good as it looked!
I use public transport a lot less than I used to, but that’s for different reasons, which we will get to in a couple of years.
Not a bad effort at capturing that recognisable sound. Maybe needs to be a bit more gutteral.
We’ve been gradually working our way along the Thames Path since we started in 2016, and I generally didn’t bother posting updates to Twitter (except on special occasions). We’re now reaching the final couple of stretches, and I was gave pretty thorough updates during the bit through London, including:
A couple of weeks later, while at a festival:
The tragic thing about this one is that I’d written basically this tweet a year earlier:
It’s coming home
Bee swarm is coming home
You look disappointed
Stop screaming3 July 2018
I think that it might have been world cup season.
We went on our second narrowboat holiday (the first one was in 2015). This was the only tweet I posted during the holiday. During this holiday I started getting severe recurring acid reflux, which then led on to other health issues, and was basically the event that led to me giving up caffeine and alcohol (almost) entirely. Quite a big turning point in my life, and I think you’ll probably notice the change in me almost straight away.
Yep, even by my usual standards.
16 September 2018
Clearing out the garage is always such a satisfying and rewarding task.
Photos of Maisy sitting in weird places must always be posted.
Karen’s dad has traditionally given me biographies of musicians and bands for birthdays and Christmas presents. Safe to say that often they are not books that I would have chosen for myself.
Do you think that they would? Do you?
It feels like whenever other people post this sort of thing, they get tens of thousands of retweets. Why not meeeeeee?
My transformation into alcohol-free-beer-Pete has begun. Don’t worry, it gets better.
She really liked that box.
This actually only happened once, but the event definitely stuck with me.
28 December 2018
One thing I’m realising, while going through all these tweets, is how guarded I’ve generally been about my personal life. There was so much that I could have written about our trip to Lanzarote, about the food and the landscapes and the novelty of getting sunburned on Christmas day while sat around the pool. So many fantastic photos I could have posted. But no, all I post is one photo, and it’s a knob gag. I dunno, maybe one of the reasons why I tend to publish so few tweets when I’m on holiday is that I’m busy enjoying the moment. That would be okay.
Stay tuned for 2019, there will be more cat photos!