Thursday 11 October 2012

Wake Up Call

Hmm. Trying really hard to think of something positive or mildly humorous to write about, but it’s proving difficult. This probably because all I can actually think about is sacking my job off, stashing all my meagre possessions in a self storage cube and then fucking off travelling for a while. I should never have bought that Lonely Planet guide to Thailand last week. Just looking at the pictures of bustling cities and tropical island paradises has ignited within me a desire to leave this cursed place far, far behind...at least for a few months. 

This desire probably wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t hundreds of miles away from most of my friends, girlfriend and family, and have virtually no social life whatsoever. At least if I was in Thailand or some other far flung exotic idyll, I’d have a whole new culture to explore, new things to see and be able to discover a whole new country. Which, I’m sure anyone reading this would admit, is way, way better than being stuck in a tiny, unfriendly, run-down ‘city’ in the west of England, where it does nothing but rain incessantly and nothing ever, ever happens. In case you wondered where I’m living at present, it’s a place called Gloucester. And I’ve grown to despise the place in the few months I’ve been here. 

Understand that I only moved here to be closer to my job (as described in a previous post), and at first I found the place to be quite alright, if not spectacular. The ‘city centre’ has quite a few places of historical interest, including the oldest timber-framed medieval building in (I think) the world, an impressive cathedral, various ruined priories and blue plaques everywhere you look. There’s some serious history knocking about – even the street layout in the main shopping area is faithful to how it was back when the place was a Roman citadel. The thing is, Gloucester must be one of the most run-down places I’ve ever been to. Apart from the historical sites, there is very little else to recommend about Gloucester and I really regret moving here from a city as impressive as Bristol. Being a Mancunian and all, I have a certain image in my head of what city life should be like – having a social life, places to go, things to do...all things that since moving to this particular ‘city’ have all become glaringly absent from my existence. 

You may have also noted the use of apostrophes when I describe Gloucester as a ‘city.’ That’s because it doesn’t really qualify for such a prestigious moniker in my opinion. You can see from one set of hills to the other with the entire settlement in the middle, and the only high-rise building is the fucking cathedral! There is nowhere that can be considered an ‘upmarket’ area – the whole place looks like it was built in the 1960s and then just left to rot alongside the ancient structures. There are whole swathes of wasteland all over the place, and everything just seems riddled with decay. Old railway sidings full of rusty carriages, old red-brick industrial units with shutters permanently down and boarded up pubs with crisp bags, empty beer cans and leaves blowing around in doorways. Even the ‘new’ places, such as the quays, are just full of empty retail units. 

What I guess I’m trying to say is that Gloucester is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a ‘cosmopolitan’ city. There is no nightlife, no real social scene. I have tried to be social, going out to the few pubs...but who wants to meet people in pubs? The centre is absolutely full of chavs and tracksuit clad old men and people drinking cider at 2 in the afternoon. There are very few social activities to engage in here, other than drinking, so if you turn your back on that shit – you’re fucked. So you can probably see why I’m really desperate to get away from the place and return home where most of my friends and family are, and if it means giving up my job (which I have no real issue with, apart from the location of the building – i.e. Gloucester), then so be it. There will be other jobs. And there is Thailand. I just need to get the fuck out of this hole and start having a normal, healthy existence again. Watch this space.

7 comments:

RealChicGeek said...

Dude, do you realize how depressed you sound? There are pills for that! If you don't have a job, how will you fund your Thailand trip? Right?? The sad catch-22 of life. Hmm...you could run an escort service of lady men (sorry, couldn't help myself)!

Tom Charnock said...

Funding isn't really an issue. Also, I know I sound depressed - I feel it too! This place is ruining me...

RealChicGeek said...

I thought the British were supposed to have that stuffy lack of emotion persona. Are you mixed with latin blood or something? We tend to be more swayed by our emotions. Ok, another stereotype...I'm on a roll

RealChicGeek said...

Ok to better your mood, choose 1 or more of the following: pills, alcohol, food, shopping. There's other stuff to mention, but I'm a lady. Haha

CageFightingBlogger said...

I think the stiff upper lip disappeared some time in the 1960s. Brits now love to complain more than ever! Our whole outlook is drastically different to how it was for our granddads. Oh, and RealChicGeek- those things do work... if you're a girl. In times of adversity, we blokes tend to smash the gym or take the piss out of our mates! Haha!

Tom Charnock said...

Yeah, there's not much of the 'stiff upper lip' around here. Saying that, there's not much of anything round here...see the main post! Good point though Matt - I do tend to be gymming and running almost daily now, just for something to do. Interesting.

RealChicGeek said...

What does 'taking the piss' mean? It must mean something totally different than in America! Your right, my recommendations were girly!