It’s 1984. Well, thirty years ago it is. Thirty years ago it is January 1984 and I am on my summer holiday and in a couple of weeks I will be starting Form One.
There was never a way that this was not going to happen, I was always going to do this: painfully and ecstatically relive 1984. Aside from the fact that 1984 was the high-water mark year for 80s pop music, it was also a significant year in New Zealand politics, and one of the first years in my life that I remember pretty well.
You should know that I have a truly crap memory. It’s awful.
It is not, therefore, without irony that I am a History teacher.
There are two ways I am going to relive this year in my life. Firstly, by posting once a month on this website a longer post about something to do with me, pop culture and 1984. Well, I’ll probably do that. My forward planning and follow through on this blog are pretty rubbish. The other way is by tweeting. On this blog I like to maintain the crumbling facade that I am intelligent and reflective. On Twitter it’s much easier to be myself. Unfortunately this self appears to be a dick.
I will be tweeting 1984 from @eightyfournia (or, if you don’t tweet, I’ll put it all on this blog: eightyfournia.wordpress.com).