Day 337. All those moments will be lost...like tears in the rain. (3/12/13)

You know 'A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall'? Dylan's apocalyptic masterpiece written in the shadow of the Cuban missile crisis, at a point where the world seemed to be living on borrowed time? Where, reputedly, every line of the song is actually the first line of a multitude of different songs that he feared that he would never have time to write?

With 28 days left it seems somehow apposite to visit the blogs that never were; the pieces that I nearly wrote but didn't quite get round to and now it's too late/utterly pointless to ponder those subjects and the slight essays that will never be as there just won't be time.

The day of arguing that reality shows are dumbing down society to the point that there are those that actually believe that they are real. (Hint, if there are two people talking and you look at the face of one and then the face of the other and there's no bloody camera over the shoulder of either then it's bollocks isn't it?)

Modern comedy films that can be viewed as effectively in a three minute trailer. 

An admission that I'm not just watching Armando Ianucci's excellent 'Veep' for its forensic dismantling of American politics, witty dialogue and dynamic ensemble performance; it's actually because I'm deeply in love with Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Yes, she was lovely in Seinfeld but she's currently the hottest woman on TV. You can say it's my age but I'm 50 for God's sake, I'm supposed to find women in their forties and fifties attractive. Everybody gets better with age. Fact.

All those lists that I didn't bother with; the 4,000 greatest comics of all time (that would have been popular), 100 things I absolutely hate, 250 songs that should never have been written, the 36 best swear words ever. You'll never see any of these now. The world is a poorer place for this fact.

Why the soundtrack to The Rutles is as good as anything actually made in the 60s

(Come to think of it I may have actually written that last one, does anybody fancy going back and checking?)

That time I decided on a course of detox and gave up wine. Worst lunch hour I've ever had.

My drugs hell.

(You're wondering now aren't you? You'll never know)

The fact that I'm growing to admire Joey Essex as the avatar of a new breed of human being born with a destiny to rule all us poor idiots who actually know how the world works and can hold intelligent conversations.

The music reviews that didn't happen; The Arctic Monkeys live (excellent thank you) Ian McNabb's 'Eclectic Warrior' - genuinely one of the albums of the year and I've meant to get round to writing that review for ages and sending it to Sabotage times but if I do it now it's just going to look like I'm trying to make up for not including him on a list of best Liverpool songs that I didn't even write. What to do? What to do?

The way that 'The Walking Dead' TV series is deviating from the mythology built up in the comics and what it means to have two separate but symbiotic meta realities existing at the same time in differing media.

Half Man Half Biscuit and the genius lyrics thereof.

How this time next year you'll all be watching 'Preacher' on either Fox or Sky Atlantic and my role in how that comic looked on the bookshelves of the world.

All out there somewhere in the ether but never to be written now.

Unless I dry up over the next few days, in which case this will act as a handy checklist.

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