Well, that’s Christmas out of the way.
Now we have to survive that peculiar week leading up to the New Year. I always found this to be a rather strange week. Those of you who got involved ion all the hype are now wondering what the fuck happened, as you enter the great anti-climax. The rest of us are just enjoying our hangovers.
I never know quite what to make of this week. It’s not exactly a holiday, yet most people refuse to return to work. Not that I blame them. It’s a sort of Doldrums that happens every year where no one seems to quite know what they should be doing.
One thing that pisses me off about this week is the annual retrospection. For those of you who enjoy sport, I would like to point out that you have had your thrills and spills. There is no need to run endless programmes reliving those boring moments when some overpaid tosser scored a fucking goal or whatever.
I know this is traditionally the time of year to look back on the year’s events, but I have a little suggestion to make. Let’s just forget about it. OK? Do we really want to relive one of the most disastrous years in history? It was bad enough living through it once without having to relive it all over again.
I suggest we all go and get hammered. A few bottles of whiskey should do it. With a bit of luck, by the time we sober up, we should all be suffering from collective amnesia, and 2010 will be but a vague blur.