I’m not going to wish anyone a Happy New Year.
There are a couple of reasons for this.
The “Happy” bit has always concerned me a little bit. I’m not sure why. It somehow conjures up an image of the village idiot going around annoying people on the street with big grins [Just think John Mills in “Ryan’s Daughter”]. I would not be too comfortable wishing everyone a lobotomised New Year.
“Merry” is an alternative but that too implies that I want everyone to be half pissed all year. This on the face of it isn’t a bad idea but some might take exception to it.
The New Year thing is problematic too as only a minority of the world’s population follows the Gregorian Calendar and therefore I would piss of the majority who hold different views. One must after all be inclusive? I wouldn’t want to offend anyone?
So the best I can come up with is to wish a little wish – may the next 365 [and a quarter] days be better that the previous 365 [and a quarter] days, with “better” being interpreted in what ever way you so desire. I’m not quite sure why this should be in any way time limited but apparently that’s just the way it is. Maybe I shall revise matters at the expiration of the next 365 [and a quarter] days?
There is of course a codicil to the above – it shall not, either by statement or by implication, apply to any politician or anyone even remotely connected with Public Health.
I wish that lot a barrel full of misery.