The Beeblebrox Imperative - 3rd October

I turn 42 soon. Been an...interesting...few years.

Thing is, Sian and I have determined we're not going to call it "turning 42". We're going to call it "Joining Team Beeblebrox". Fans of the Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy won't need that explaining to them. Non-fans of the Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy...probably, in all honesty, don't read this blog, but the short answer is there's a book called The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, which involves "The Answer To The Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe and Everything".

Which is 42.

The action of the book surrounds a bunch of characters, one of which is the supremely cool but not terribly bright two-headed galactic president and spaceship-thief, Zaphod Beeblebrox. Hence, Team Beeblebrox=people who are 42. Clear? Good, right, moving on...

We're challenging each other to Do Stuff with this Beeblebrox year, for no better reason than "we do that, sometimes."

The return of the Disappearing Man is not a Beeblebrox thing. It's a just a Me thing. Nevertheless, there are things that I've sort of agreed to do as part of Year Beeblebrox that will change utterly what people (including me) know about me. Have decided to try and spend a year "digitally dead for temporal reasons" - my personal use of Facebook, Twitter etc will die for a year beginning on October 22nd. I'm guessing this also means sharing this blog on Facebook, which I routinely do, has to die a death for a year. I will still be on social networks for various jobs - Jefferson Franklin, Dowlais Male Choir...my day-job etc. But the personal stuff - not for a year.

What's more...sigh...not at all sure about this one, I have to tell you...I'm giving up Starbucks for a year.

I'll still be allowed to support small, non-chain or local coffee shops, but none of the big boys - no Starbucks, no Costa, no Tescos cafe...
I'm also thinking about trying to take my coffee black, and unsweetened for a year. That way a) I'll grow accustomed to not having half a gallon of milky froth in it, which can only be good from a Disappearing standpoint, and b) I'll also stop treating coffee as a sweet treat, which I think - and this of course will surprise no-one - is what it's become to me, a kind of backdoor, surrogate dessert option.

So...yay...(waves tiny flag). Bring on Year Beeblebrox...