I know it’s only the beginning of November but I’m getting this annual ritual in very early because the first professional feedback on my book is due any week now and I don’t want it clouding over all my answers if it isn’t as encouraging as hoped. Life has made me acutely aware of how much can still change between this point in the calendar and Christmas. Three years ago this month, I went from just-about-hanging-in-there to one of my lowest ever points in a snap. A year later I had one of the best Novembers I can recall. This time last year, Brexit and the election of the tubthumping tangerine were killing my post-Marathon buzz and a company director advised me to write my book instead of accepting a City salary as a copywriter and qualifying for a mortgage in mid-Wales. Afterwards someone called the police because they were worried about a “female in distress” near Farringdon station. A bit excessive; quite embarrassing. Right now, anything nearest 2015 would be great…
1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?
Finish writing a book. YES, FINALLY. A WHOLE, COMPLETE, ACTUAL BOOK, with support from TLC and The Arts Council. Twice. The whole business meeting-followed-by-police-incident was an incentive. And nobody died while I was writing it! Super-splendid.
2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
- Finishing the book – yes, see above.
- Taking up a new hobby (Most were too expensive because of learning to drive, so one for next year, even if I can only manage it sporadically).
- More stability in all senses of the word. I say that every year but I hope that at last having written the book which says what has long needed to be said actually helps achieve it.
- If the above happens, other hopes may follow. I’ve never had a relationship worth shouting about and have consciously chosen not to for the last three years so the idea feels like contemplating a dark room full of nettles, but it would be quite nice if it didn’t.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth? One of my oldest friends is due soon.
4. Did anyone close to you die? My favourite question to answer “No” to.
5. What countries did you visit? None. Forget being able to afford a holiday while you’re learning to drive.
6. What would you like to have had in 2017 that you lacked? A driving licence.
7. What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
- The annual Time To Talk service at St Martin-in-the-Fields Church in Feb. I met an older woman there when I went along alone for the first time in 2015; since then we’ve made it an annual meetup-followed-by-lunch. Not exactly a fun and funky place to hang out, but in this era of connections being propped up by social media, it’s weirdly nice just to have the certainty of seeing someone whom you can comfortably label as something.
- The London Marathon. Watching not running this time, but just as emotional. Well done Bryony!
- Handing out Oyster wallets at Waterloo and Canary Wharf for CALM’s Mind The Chap campaign.
- Doing yoga on Clapham Common with Mental Health Mates.
- The writing retreat.
- Listening to Green Light by Lorde alone and surrounded by green fields and rolling hills.
- Visiting or being visited by friends.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Other than the book:
- Learning Beginners Italian (Ropey – it’s Duolingo; I can hardly put together a sentence and I mix up the plural and singular – but it’s good to learn something new and I want to get to 100%).
- Being – almost – able to drive. Test in early January I hope!
- Kicking travel/social anxiety in the proverbial and making it away onto the writing retreat.
- Being introduced to the media head of a national mental health and suicide prevention charity close to my heart, following a copywriting project I worked on last year. Which, when other people get to see it, we hope will help a lot of them…
9. What was your biggest failure?
- Money, but most of what I did attempted to address that situation in one way or another so as the past six years go, a success.
- Not sorting my complicated relationship with Twitter.
- Wondering whether Brexit views would have ended relationships that could never have happened regardless of Brexit (Excellent use of time, Max, bravo).
10. Did you suffer illness or injury? RSI while writing the book. Minor head injury.
11. What was the best thing you bought? A cloudy lemonade on one of the hottest days of the year. (The other choices in the vicinity were a selection of spirits, or a Jane Austen centenary mug; same price).
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration? Yours, if you voted Remain last year.
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? Yours, if you voted Leave.
14. Where did most of your money go? Learning to drive.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Finishing the book (among many emotions). Going to places I’ll be able to drive to next year – hopefully on warm summer days, feeling accomplished.
16. What song(s) will always remind you of 2017? Sounds Good To Me by Thea Gilmore, from the new album, and Beautiful Day from the one before (I haven’t listened to Songs From The Gutter quite so much this year…). Green Light by Lorde. Cali by Ride. Oh Woman Oh Man by London Grammar. Solsbury Hill and Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you…?
– Happier or sadder? A low bar, but happier. Hopefully book feedback won’t alter that. (My big dread is being advised to crowdfund or self-publish – there’s a stack of reasons I don’t want to do either of those things).
– Thinner or fatter? Inexplicably thinner. Last year I ran a Marathon. This year I did a slow 10K and ran once or twice a week instead of thrice. Losing half a stone in the last three years is one of the few socially-acceptable reasons I don’t feel like a 33-year-old…
– Richer or poorer? About the same (not a good thing), but see Question 9.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of? Reclining in the sun.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Applying ice to my neck and shoulders.
20. How will you be spending New Year? I hope, in my friend’s flat with bad films and good food. Last year I was meant to be hosting but my stomach said no and I ended up on my own with dry toast for dinner. After a bit of a mooch, I watched Dawn French’s Thirty Million Minutes on iPlayer in a candelit bath, which turned into an inexplicably awesome evening. Over the years, I’ve memorably spent New Years Eves: On Hampstead Heath, getting crushed in Trafalgar Square, all-night raving, shivering at house parties, at a Sri Lankan beach hotel on somebody else’s dime, and in High Wycombe lying to people so I could go home early because I hated my life and didn’t feel like celebrating anything. If you think of all someone’s New Years as an overall reflection of them, that sounds fair.
21. Did you fall in love in 2017? There are probably alternate realities I need not to be able to picture before that happens. Such as where I’m 27, and Brexit isn’t even a stupid word let alone a stupid reality.
22. How many one-night stands? I have audio smut for those needs. Unlike one-night stands, no dressing up required – literally or metaphorically. Like one-night stands, the quality varies…
23. What was your favourite TV or radio programme? I loved Apple Tree Yard, Clique, The Man In The Orange Shirt, Strike, Trust Me and GameFace. I also watched all of Veronica Mars S1-3 and rewatched the movie.
24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? No-one I can think of.
25. Do you like anyone now that you didn’t like this time last year? Not as far as I know.
26. What was the best book you read? Didn’t have as much time as I’d have liked due to writing my own and now have a teetering pile of recommendations.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Five years behind the rest of the country, I listened to London Grammar properly. If was a twenty-year-old undergraduate in the middle of a Durham winter right now, Hannah Reid could have my soul silver-plated.
28. What did you want and get? A finished book.
29. What did you want and not get? Paid enough.
30. What was your favourite film of this year? I didn’t have a favourite but I loved having a midweek film day with a friend.
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I was 33 and there was a heatwave. I went for lunch and to see La Traviata with family because it was too hot to do much else, they wanted to see it, and I’d never seen it. Despite being a theatre nerd I’d never been to an opera: it is quite the treat.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Not opening Twitter or watching the news and feeling like I’d just walked into a room full of smouldering rubbish bins.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017? Gradually getting the hang of introducing more colour to my non-running wardrobe but still resistant to ditching my swampy footballer’s-widow sunglasses.
34. Who kept you sane? My family, TLC and the Arts Council, whose support and agreement that I should do it in order to move forward and have any chance of returning to normal life (or journalism, if you can call that normal life…) made writing the book possible. Also my friends, and the makers of the very funny My Dad Wrote A Porno podcast.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? (a.k.a “the section that gets sadder every year.”) Let’s not talk about what Nick Clegg looking tired and forlorn did to me at 3am on election night (Apologies to his wife, and to anyone who’s eaten recently…).
36. What political issue stirred you the most? Too easy.
37. Who did you miss? You don’t need to know that. You do need to know this Thea Gilmore lyric:
“Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too. So many things in this sad little world grow back, except for you…”
38. Who was the best new person you met? It was brief but lovely to meet Kate and Jess from the new Oxford branch of Mental Health Mates, which has grown from its London origins into an awesome worldwide phenomenon.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017: Most of them are in my book.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up 2017: “Honey, I’ll be seeing you down every road.”