Who Is Andrew Beattie?

Dearest You,

Thank you for checking back in you although I’m not exactly sure who you are, you may well be a friend but more than likely you are a stranger to me. This is always assuming that there is indeed a you reading this otherwise I am again referring to me, as you, as I have on my previous entries to this thing that I am writing currently on my laptop, in my front room, or to be more precise my parents front room on a Wednesday afternoon in July at precisely 13:55.

As this is a little update and musing I’ll start with a little update of what I have been doing since last I sat here, which without checking was at roughly the same time last week, followed by a musing, or rant, or whatever I end up writing to you, or me. In the week since I last sat here writing to you I have looked daily, hourly at my list wishing to tick things off but stuck on the point of getting a job. The whole job searching front has been going at a slow pace if the truth be known, I have applied for several jobs that I want, and chased up my application to ultimately not hear anything back and then have been chased for jobs that I don’t want for various reasons only to not follow them back up and ultimately hear nothing of them again. It all leads to me the same conclusion either way. Now, I could be very downbeat about this scenario playing itself out over and over again but I’m not and so as someone who is learning the art of not dwelling on these matters, I won’t.

Moving on from morose rambling, I have done little but also a lot since I last wrote. My major achievement of the past week, if I can indeed call it an achievement, was going to see the latest Harry Potter film, the half blood price at the cinema with my Dad, Paul Beattie. To most eyes, when squinting, it is hard to determine any difference between me and my Dad and I’m sure he will feature heavily in any future writing, but the trained eye will note that he has a goatee and due to the fact that he is a hair donor, is thinning slightly on top, whilst I, Andrew Beattie, have a full head of hair in need of a trim and a full beard, in need of a trim. Now that I have cleared up the confusion of the untrained eyes I’ll go on with my Cinema Story. Now, for anyone who likes the previous films and the books and generally revels in that genre, the film is, as usual, full of spells, potions and first rate wizardry and is generally bloody marvellous. Now, I must say that it’s the worst of the Harry Potter films thus far, despite it being possibly my favourite book, but it was extremely enjoyable none the less and the bar is set very high and so it still ultimately left me wishing that I was a wizard, yet again. Those of you, who have chosen not to read the books but instead go to the cinema to see the films, or even wait for the DVD, will be shocked at the end of the film when Dumbledore is killed by Professor Snape. As will you be shocked when one of the Weasley twins die amongst other characters, including Mad Eye Moody and Professor Lupin, in the next films. And that Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, is what you get for not reading the books.  The film did leave me wondering how I will feel when it is all over. The films I mean, not life, I leave that pondering for me and alcohol and rarely on a Wednesday afternoon.  I remember vividly finishing the last book, on holiday with my ex girlfriend in the Caribbean, and despite being delighted with the conclusion, I was left feeling a little empty in side and wondering if I would ever want to be a wizard again but then I quickly pulled myself together and remembered that I had the films to look forward to. But what happens when they finish, hey, what the fuck happens they hey J.K? I’ll tell you what will happen, the whole world will be different, and I’m not even sure in a good way. I might very well just put it off, not go to the cinema and save the DVD, or I could just get a life, and grow up. Not likely.

I’ve also had an idea for a book, a real one this time. Well it’s not so much a book as a first chapter; I have the first chapter of a book, written firmly in my mind and have no idea what the rest of the book will be or even who the characters will be. I wonder if that happens to proper writers and novelists. I’m going to start writing it this afternoon and I’ll post it once it’s done so that you or I can read it. I’ve another idea also which I’m trying to piece together but it’s impossibly complicated at the moment but I’ll have a crack at it anyway just to see what happens, which more than likely will probably be nothing but one will never know unless I actually try to write it. A book idea, take that list.

Now, if I had planned this week’s writing more carefully, or even I had followed my list a little better, then I would have some witty musings to make, or even a little story to tell at this point, but I haven’t, sorry and so I’ll take this opportunity to bid you farewell for now as I’m off to write the first chapter to a book I’ll never finish. This week I plan to leave the house more than twice and so may well have a story or two to tell or maybe not but if you don’t check back you’ll never know and so in the time between now and then,

Don’t get mashed or crushed.

Yours Faithfully,

Andrew