So that’s another little arbitrary milestone passed.
I am always amused at the hype over a day that is, in effect exactly like every other day. Someone picked a day that is eleven days after the Winter Solstice and decided that was the start of the year. Why? We’ll never know.
So far the year has started as I expect it to go on – up to my elbows in cold water trying to get a toilet to flush properly. The water had been flowing into the cistern and straight out again down the pan. Being a genius with a lump-hammer, I managed to fix it.
My predictions for the year? I don’t have any. All I know is that our Glorious Gubmint Trough-feeders will carry on trying to squeeze more and more money out of us to fund their lavish lifestyle and to fund their friendship with the EU. They will continue to regale us with lies about how the financial crisis is all but over. They will continue to assure us that our massive debt is to be renegotiated next month. [They have been saying that for two years now, but next month never seems to arrive]
What would I wish for in the coming year? First and foremost I wish that people would fucking leave me alone and stop trying to force me to live their dreary grey lifestyles. If I want to smoke, drink and eat what I like then that is my fucking business and none of theirs. I am an adult and I am quite capable of making my own decisions.
I would dearly like to see our Glorious Gubmint grow a pair of balls and start putting the people before the Troika. Even better, I would love to see the EU collapse under the weight of its own corruption. That would be a massive cause for celebration.
Of course this is the year of the Gathering – the year where all foreigners of Irish descent are invited over to our blighted shores to be mugged for every cent. I daresay we will hear a lot more about that?
In the meantime, I presume I shall continue scribbling away. I may even make some serious progress with The Book which has not been idle but has been somewhat neglected for the last while. I know it will never see the light of day, but I would like to finish it anyway just to satisfy myself.
In the meantime, I don’t know whether 2012 was a good or bad year for you lot, but I sincerely hope that 2013 is a lot better for you, whether you are a commentor [commentator?], reader, lurker, troll or supershadow.
As far as I am concerned, it couldn’t be any worse.