If I'd been blogging back then I could have done a review of 1977...
- Built my first bike from scratch
- Hair longest it's ever been. Cool!
- Mucked up the A-levels a bit
- Started university, but knew within a fortnight I was going to hate the course
- Hawkwind at the Roundhouse!
- There's this 'punk rock' thing...don't like it much
I'm amused to realise that my 2017 list would similarly include building a bike from scratch. I can honestly say it has absolutely nothing else in common with the 1977 version though. Apart from a keen interest in the appearance of my hair of course.
I was a very enthusiastic angler in 1977 and would definitely have predicted that I'd still be at it forty years later. That I actually am is a pleasant surprise to me today. What I would not have predicted was having so many years off in the interim and flogging all my tackle at least twice! Mind you, at the age of 18 I had yet to learn about my horrendous fickle streak, and had no idea what 'phasing' was...
Two years after Trafalgar Square I spent the final day of 1979 on the Hampshire Avon's Royalty Fishery at Christchurch, in company with my old fishing buddy Ric. If you'd told me at the time that my much older self would be planning a dawn pike raid on January 1st, 2018, well, I think I would have been rather pleased...
|Ric, waiting for a bite...|
|...and after getting one. A 1970s barbel.|
Anyway, I shall sign off at this point, and wish you all the best for whatever plans you have sketched out for the coming twelve months.