What is special about tomorrow?
Nothing really. It’s just another day. It will be no different from today, except that it will be slightly brighter.
The big significance is that I start writing dud cheques again. I never remember to put in the year correctly.
For some strange reason, it is a time when we are all supposed to make New Year Resolutions. The commercial world are cashing in on this as usual and are pumping out advertisements for slimming clubs and aids for giving up smoking.
One advertisement I saw amused me. It is a patch or something [I wasn’t paying that much attention], that helps you give up cigarettes by satisfying your craving for nicotine by giving you therapeutic nicotine. So they replace nicotine with nicotine and you are fine because they have used the word therapeutic? I like it. I’m not going to buy their product, because I’ll continue to smoke my pipe. Only I’ll call it my therapeutic pipe from now on, so I’ll be grand.
I don’t make resolutions because I don’t see the point. I always break them anyway.
Oh, all right then. I’ll make one.
I’ll try to moderate my language a bit in my blogging.
But if you think I’m going to go on a diet, or take more exercise or give up smoking, you can f*ck off.
There. You see? I’ve broken my resolution already.
I hope you all have a very happy next 366 days.