2010 – the worst year of our lives?
So, if you don’t read Hadley Freeman in the Guardian, you should. She’s the fashion journalist all fashion journalists should aspire to be like, apart from how she’s a vegetarian, which I just can’t get on board with (although perhaps …
So, if you don’t read Hadley Freeman in the Guardian, you should. She’s the fashion journalist all fashion journalists should aspire to be like, apart from how she’s a vegetarian, which I just can’t get on board with (although perhaps eating less meat – or less anything – would make me more fashionably svelte. Hmmm.).
Anyway, the point is, according to the Samaritans, via Hadley, one-third of Britons think 2010 was the worst year of their lives. This begs the question: could this be applied to Ireland? Could 2010, the year that brought us arguably the best Burberry Prorsum collection of the noughties, be considered the worst in remembered history?
This may be a slight deviation from the fashion theme – although take note how I linked it up with Hadley and Burberry, genius moves I think you’ll agree – but tell me: was 2010 good or bad for you? Are you happy with your recollections of 2010?
For me, personally (and if you object to overshares, look away now), 2010 is largely a year I’d like to erase from the annals of my personal history. To whit, I am turning 25 again in February, in an attempt to have some kind of do-over. You’re all invited; there’s going to be karaoke, and drinks, and there might be some kind of meltdown during which I lament the passing of time and admit that, “okay, OKAY, I’m twenty-six! More jager, garcon”. Doesn’t that sound like the best birthday party ever?
In any case, tell me this and tell me no more: 2010, will you be framing it or will you be consigning it to the scrapheap of life?