2009

It's over.

The fat lady sang two and a half hours ago here in wintry London.

I'm not an enthusiastic greeter of the new year.

" Well children" I announced as I packed the little cherubs off to bed "We're another year closer to armageddon. Sleep tight".

I'm very glad that we hardly ever write cheques anymore because it always took me about six months to get used to the new year. Mind you not all that long ago I actually wrote 1994 down on a letter and it took me a while staring at it to work out what was wrong.

Happy new year ma peeps!