The year has flown before it’s barely begun
Reporter: KATI COOGAN
Date published: 19 January 2010
What Kati did next:
The Christmas tree is well and truly packed away for another year, the last of the mince pies have been forced down our necks and we have eventually stopped eating our body weight in items that are really not very good for us.
Yes, Christmas is over and we know this because the holiday adverts on the telly tell us so.
You know, the ones that invite you to jet off to sunnier climes immediately or at least pay for them immediately.
In fact these advertisements arrived on Boxing Day like relatives you can’t get rid of, parking themselves in our living room and eating away at our good will.
No sooner had we put down the sprouts than they began to insipidly force our lives on to the next Big Thing, the summer holiday.
Does anyone else feel that the make my life pass by far too quickly?
My birthday is in this half of the year, so is my sons and my mothers and actually about 10 of my friends, so there are lots of very enjoyable celebrations to be had, way before we get to the summer.
In all honesty, the amount Christmas costs these days there won’t be a summer holiday and if there is, it won’t look like the sun drenched, white sand and palm tree, ones on the telly.
It’ll probably involve a tent, a lot of rain, and some very unhappy kids with their faces pressed to the glass asking “are we there yet?”
If I can make an honest plea to these advertising people, it would be this, “Listen guys, I am getting old very quickly, every day I look in the mirror and am starkly reminded that my professional modelling/footballing/athletic career is well and truly behind me, so please, please may I be allowed to relish the few years I have left.”
May I enjoy January 20? And February 15? Will I be allowed to wallow in all that is March 11?
And April 23? Let alone May 30? All these days must come, be cherished and go, way before we get to the summer hols.
Just ask all the teachers in the world. They know too well.
So please give us back our year you cynics. We wanna grow old slowly thanks.
