Bloody winging.

I had a strange night last night. I got drunk with my friends which was pleasant. 

-Ive just had difficulty accepting the grammar of what i wrote and deleted because im apprehensive about what i want to write. Here goes…-

It was a splendid night really. All were merry and bright with love and warmth and cider. Most of the night i sat next to Jenny (ex girlfriend) and we talked like grownups, as we both are. Then we kind of got into it. It wasn’t so much me, i think. I was just answering her questions whilst trying to encourage her. I was being nice because she is my friend.

“Why don’t we talk anymore?”. What a silly question. I know the answer; i’ve got nothing to say. It’s a two way street, sister. You never asked. I never wanted to know, either.

Im getting pissed off now. Jenny has a pretty strong relationship, a well paid job and doesn’t live with her parents. Although the last one is getting scrapped for about six months while she saves up to buy property! FUCKING GOOD FOR HER!

But last night thats not what i was saying to her. I still have a soft spot for her which pisses me off but i can’t help it. She was talking about how she just isn’t happy with what she has. I was trying to make her see how good she has it but then gave in and asked her what was wrong. I now know about her relationship, her sex life, how much she hates jealousy now. Thing’s i don’t fucking want to know! But she feels better now that she gets to tell me like a grownup. We’re totally great friends aren’t we? Fuck off.

Last night i was pissed and growing smitten. For a person i know i should never be with. It’s partly to do with the fact that im getting extremely horny of late. It’s a problem.

Jenny could talk to anyone about her shitty relationships and how she’s a bell-end and would feel fine the next day. But she’d feel even more elated if she told her ex and then realised how much better she’s doing than me. Then she can say “Oh, hey you’re doing fine. You know what you want to do now, you have a goal.” So she can feel like a good person too.

How is it that Im stuck in a shitty place in my life, yet im making someone who’s doing pretty well feel better. Im helping her. Im making her feel more secure about herself when i absolutely shouldn’t have to and she shouldn’t expect me to. She’d think that i should because im her friend. She’s my friend too but i don’t want to talk to her about shit like that. 

But we did. For a hefty portion of the night. And it felt lovely to talk to her. There was an attraction between both of us i know it. But as soon as her girlfriend (that’s right) picked her up, im sure she completely forgot it. And i was left singing songs in a room on my own because i was happy. It’s awful.

I’ve been hungover all day and i’ve reached many conclusions about the whole thing. The main one being that i need to get my end wet pretty soon.

But today is a new day which will grow old by tomorrow. I must spend these days creating something better for myself. That’s the plan. (Enigmatic and positive closing statement.)

Hello and happy late January.

It is sunday the twenty first of january and all is well!


I haven't written here in a while it seems. I left it at "Im about to do a gig...Bumph". The gig went well and i was very pleased with myself. My only irk was that i feel that i didn't have enough material. I dropped two bits. One out of uncertainty of funniness and the other out of negligence. I forgot it. However, the bits that i performed seamed well rounded. I came across as playful which i am. So that's good, isn't it?


It's the new year and i haven't even tried to do another gig. My focus has been a little all over the place and i don't know where to start. Im still writing material but im not arranging or practicing it. I've written some songs that im very pleased with and want to give them a go, so my excuse is "I want to do music first" so im going to do that. However a month has passed and i've not tried to get a gig. Silly me.


All that's going to change. Well, not all of it. I'll still write stuff. I'll still do what i usually do, which is labelled under the file "Stuff Dafydd Evans does, mostly". What im saying behind the two paragraphs of pedantry is that im going to get myself on a small stage to perform some original Dafydd Evans Art at the bother of willing audience members. But before that Im going to do some washing.


This month I've had some more work than usual. I've been invigilating. The most boring thing you can do in a school apart from pulling staples out of a wall. I've taken my time to slightly bend the strict examination rules/conditions and write more ideas. This month has been rewarding as i've written five-ish sketches whilst invigilating. Naughty, productive me.


I enjoy writing things. It's a wonder why i don't do these diary-style updates more often because i always feel good after writing one. I suppose im just making sure that it doesn't ever feel boring, which is silly.


Ok, i've just thought of a new-late-january-onwards-resolution. Let me explain. This month there's been a few moments where interesting/funny things have happened to me. I've told my family/friends about them and we've all had a nice chuckle about them. But have you heard anything about them, dear internet? No. so my new-late-january-onwards-resolution is to write about the silly things that happen to me.


At this point in my life, for some reason, it feels important to not "do nothing". The idea seems naughty to me. I just want to try and do something at every opportunity.


Basically, I want to try or create new things in my spare time. As much as possible.


I've written id down now so it means something, doesn't it? We'll see.