Saturday, December 10, 2005

Groundhog Day




It is at this time of year that I always begin to feel pangs of yearning for pastures new.
There are no tourists about, and I basically have fuck all to do. This state of affairs leads to periods of wistful contemplation of foreign climes, and the allure of bright city lights and kebab shops becomes irresistible.

I could, if I made up my mind (I am a ditherer by nature), sell up, bung the money in the bank, and bugger off around the world for a couple of years. I could just about live on the interest, and come back and buy something else rather closer to the centres of civilization.

I’m suffering a bit of a ‘Groundhog Day’ syndrome at the moment. I’ve never lived in the same place for more than eight years, and next year being the ninth anniversary of my arrival here, I’m beginning to feel like it’s time to be moving on.

It would be different if life was really like Groundhog Day. I would find it rather enjoyable to relive the same day over and over, especially as there are quite a number of people I would happily punch in the face knowing that I would avoid the consequences. Of course, days filled with sybaritic self indulgence would probably pall after a while, but believe me; it would take quite a long while.

The central premise of Groundhog Day is intriguing, and I regard it as one of the finest comedies ever made. It’s one of those films that doesn’t have any central philosophy; it lets you take from it what you want. Is it an examination of man's existential predicament, or an illustration of the redemptive power of love? Who knows? You make your own mind up.

There are no groundhogs where I live, but it’s starting to feel a bit like Punxatawny.
Maybe I should pack my bags and head into the great blue yonder. Then again, my groundhog day a’int such a bad place to be, even if I don’t get to live it over and over.

13 comments:

BigDov said...

where do you fancy going ?

garfer said...

Aberystwyth preferably. Fuck knows why. Maybe it's a consonant thing.

Piggy and Tazzy said...

'sybaritic'? 'Punxatawny'? What kind of words are they to be using of a weekend when we're pissed?

So where would you like to go then, cake-face?

garfer said...

Definitely not Barnsley. Full of raving poofters, or so I've heard. Stephanie looks nice though.

Have you 'Stroked a stoker off the coast of Kuala Lumpar'?

pissoff said...

Labrador for the seal hunt.

garfer said...

Do you give tuition in club technique April? You appear to be an expert in this kind of thing.

Piggy and Tazzy said...

I'm guessing it's not seal blood on those clubs.

*naughty Pigster*

Sniffy said...

Ah, I'd love a groundhog day. To live your life each day, knowing that your actions have no consequences. It would make life bearable. The only annoying thing would be the same shite one the radio waking me up each morning, but I get that anyway.

Barnsley would be OK, I've had some good times there. Stephanie is very nice, isn't she?

garfer said...

Good times in Barnsley? Have you aspirations to become a pit pony woman. Control yourself.

Stephanie is drop dead.

Sniffy said...

I agree. I'm going to go for a dive out to South Yorkshire tomorrow...

suburban wonder said...

How about Punxatawny, PA? Or Salford, PA? There really is one - it was in the news the other day for some reason. Come across the pond, dear. Give us a whirl.

garfer said...

I've never been to Salford, England let alone Salford PA. Is it populated by Tina lookalikes?

Piggy and Tazzy said...

Gawd help them if it is.