Traditionally, this is the time of year for a drop of retrospection.

I ain’t going to do that. Frankly anyone who does wish to look back on 2010 must have a psychotic streak of masochism.  It was the most miserable fucking year in my lifetime, and anyone else’s, unless of course, you are old enough to remember the Famine.

I am delighted to see the end of that year.  I shall not shed a tear as I bin the calendars, or tear up the diaries.  The only good thing about it is that 2011 has to be better, as it surely couldn’t be any worse.

Likewise, this is the time of year for New Year’s Resolutions.

In my opinion they are a load of bollox.  In fact they are merely a vehicle for making you depressed about yourself.  You make some fancy resolution to exercise more or to smoke less or whatever, and within a couple of weeks you are back to your old routines, only now you have a sense of failure on top of everything else.  Way back when, I made a resolution and I have actually kept to it for the best part of fifty years.   I haven’t broken it once since.  Not bad going?  I resolved never to make another New Year’s Resolution.

Lastly, it is a time for wishing everyone a Happy New Year.  I have stated before why I think that’s a load of crap.  You either wish people well all year round or you don’t.  Why reserve your good wishes to one day of the year?  Do you really wish people ill for 364 days in the year, but come New Year’s Eve you suddenly have a change of heart and wish them well?  Nah!  It’s bollox.

Less than eight hours now and we can forget 2010.

Time to start getting pissed.

That’s the only sensible tradition on this day of days.