It never ceases to amuse me how people somehow expect an arbitrary date on a calender should somehow change things.
Here we are, two days into the New Year but nothing has changed. Holohan is still moaning about how the Virus is now out of control [all my fault apparently], Black Lives Matter are marching in Dublin and the weather is much the same as it was yesterday, the day before and the day before that.
On the subject of meteorology, yesterday was the coldest day of the year so far. I bet you didn’t know that?
The only thing that actually has changed is that my sewer is starting to back up again. I blame my exceptionally good home-made curries for that.
Brexit was supposed to be the one enormous change but that seems to have been a bit of a damp squib. The ferries are still running and lorries are still crossing while news crews desperately try to find twenty mile tailbacks. It’s a bit like the Year 2000 Computer Bug – a bit of a disappointment really.
Of course there is mention of “Dry January”. This is supposed to prick our conscience for some reason and make us give up The Jar. Fat fucking chance. The only person with any access to my conscience is myself so they know where they can stuff their dryness.
And my coffee shop is just as closed as it was last year.