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I feel as though I should point out...

- My grandfather was not Peter Cushing.
- My real name is not Robert Cushing
- I am not Jason Orange.
- I do not have sex with kittens.

Thank you for your time.

Respond to this, ask for a year to write about, and write a post about what you were doing in that year.

Silent Bob gave me 1992...

I don't actually remember much about this year. I was 18 as the year started, in a job I hated even if the people were great, in a relationship I was bored with and still grieving. By the time the year ended I was 19, in job I hated even more than the other one, in a different relationship I was even more bored with and still grieving.

It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I had some great friends and rarely spent a night at home. I was earning more than I knew what to do with and was spending on people I'd known days. I spent my life in night-clubs and bars, falling out of one door and into another. I knew so many people on the scene that whenever I went out I could be sure of spending the night with a bunch of acquaintances.

I was stupid and reckless. I walked around as though the world owed me something when in truth I probably owed it a lot more. I had airs and graces I didn't deserve but no one seemed to question it.

I had no plans for my future because in my head I had no future. Where I am today proves how wrong I was then!

I was a mess.

It would be two years before things would start to sort themselves out.

Sorry I can't write more.

So that was 1992. Now if you want to do this comment and I will give you a year