- Sam Beckett (Scott Bakula) : “Quantum Leap” 1989-93
I love television.
There, I said it.
I could quite happily spend the rest of my days sitting in front of a screen watching back-to-back television shows. Unfortunately pesky things like sleeping, work and life get in the way of such a noble pursuit.
Television has been a constant companion throughout my life: Serving as an impromptu babysitter during my formative years and distracting me from my homework whilst I was still at school.
We broke up for a brief time during my 20s when I discovered clubbing and was lured away by flashy lights and (ahem) ‘friendly’ people.
Television took me back though and it had learned a few new tricks whilst I had been away galavanting.
For a start there was a whole lot more of it; hundreds of channels of televisual delight. Granted, most of those channels were filled with unadulterated rubbish but, oh my gosh, there was just so much to choose from.
Then there was the internet. No longer did you have to make an appointment in your diary to catch your favourite shows, or wait for a repeat if you missed it. You could watch a show whenever you wanted. How did we ever cope before?
I don’t really know where I’m going with this post but, as with many things, it’s the journey rather than the destination that ultimately matters. I suppose I just wanted to express my sincere thanks for the last 3 decades of memorable television.
Thank you Quantum Leap where I could spool off the talky bit during the opening credits perfectly (even going so far as to invoke a truly awful imitation of an american accent).
Thank you Joss Whedon for everything you have ever done. I just wish the studios had a little more faith in you.
Thank you Crinkly Bottom, The X-Files, Xena, Thundercats, Babylon 5, The Christmas Lectures, 24, Gummi Bears, 30 Rock, Knightmare, Pushing Daisies, The Big Bang Theory, Will & Grace and so many, many more.
Some of you departed before your time, some of you outstayed your welcome, but to a man, I love you all.
Here’s to the next 30 years.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…
- Our gorgeous little dog, Ms Rula Lenska;
- My husband, especially when he falls over something or walks into walls.
- The smell of burnt matches;
- Anything by Joss Whedon (Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse – sadly all cancelled now );
- Tea tree & mint shower gel;
- Obscure facts and trivia;
- Books (Any genre except for Romance – bleugh!);
- Being indoors and snuggling up when it’s cold outside;
But enough about me, let’s talk about you,……what do YOU think about me?
- CC Bloom (Bette Midler) : “Beaches” 1988
I thought that it would be a good idea for my first proper blog post to introduce myself and tell you a little about my life thus far.
So without further ado…
Born in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent on May 19th 1976 (shush!); Mark James Kirkham, first child of Carol and Jim Kirkham. Two sisters followed soon after : Sarah Jane born June 20th 1978 and Donna Marie born April 18th 1980.
I really don’t remember much of my early years, in fact my first memory is of my parents arguing so perhaps there’s a good reason for that. I do remember lots of happy times – long sunny days, catching butterflies (yes, really!), playing kiss chase and exploring all the woods and fields nearby. All very ‘Cider with Rosie’ I know.
We left Hanley when I was about 5 years old eventually coming to settle back in my mother’s home town of Great Harwood. When I think of my childhood home it’s there that I think of.
There followed a long period of years that, for now, we’ll file away in the ‘sh!t happens’ category. Perhaps I may revisit this in a future post when I know you better.
I loved school. If you look up swot in the dictionary you’ll probably see that picture of me as a school-kid. I adored my English teacher Mrs. Biddulph who awoke in me a passion for reading. She may be gone now but I will always remember her.
Skip forward a few years until I was 23, because that is when I finally got the courage to come out as a gay man. I was very fortunate, I’ve heard plenty of horror stories from others when they told their families. My mum cried a bit, she didn’t really understand what it all meant. Hers was the worst reaction I got.
I remember feeling outraged at the time that I didn’t get any bad reactions. For years I felt that I had been forced to keep this terrible secret and now that it was out there and I realised that I could have been out from the start and living my life. I was so angry, mostly with myself for underestimating my friends and family.
Hit the fast-forward again and I’m now happily married to David. We’ve been together for 10 years, married for nearly 3 of those. He’ll no doubt hate the wedding picture I’ve included here but I don’t care. I’m immensely proud, it was the happiest day of my life and he’s my lobster.
So here we are, smack bang back in the present. I’m still painfully shy and socially awkward. I’m still a computer geek and sci-fi nerd but I also have a loving husband who is the worst housewife in the world, a gorgeous little dog with more personality than is good for her, a challenging job that I love and friends that I can count on when it matters.
All things considered, I’ve got it pretty good.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. - Lao Tzu
Inspired by my husband’s new blog I have taken the leap and created a blog of my very own.
This, the very first post; is simply an introduction, a foot in the door. Other posts will almost certainly follow.
The content of these future posts may contain:
- rants about anything and everything;
- suggestions for books, games, films, TV shows;
- diary type entries if anything interesting happens to me (don’t count on many of these);
- links to funny videos and cool websites;
This blogging lark is a lot harder than other people make it look. I’ve deleted more sentences than I’ve actually written. *sigh*
Anyway, until next time. Take care. x