Sunday, 31 December 2017
Out With The Old . . .
. . . and in with the new, as they say.
Good riddance to 2017, the year that started off badly got better and then from October took a turn for the worse once more. A time that got me questioning the people and things that should matter in my life and also made me come to terms with an uncomfortable fact about something that I thought was a given. In time I may rant on about it at some length but for now the sore has yet to scab over.
There were some highlights of course. The Jesus and Mary Chain restoring my faith and convincing me that middle aged "rock stars" could still be relevant. There was also tons of good music including the unbridled triumph of the return of Mick Head. It would also be remiss of me not to mention the highlight of the year when a load guys with the optimism of youth rapidly receding in the rear view mirror met, many for the first time in Glasgow in May for the weekend, got drunk together talked shit without a serious cross word being uttered and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. The less said about the Prof's beetroot falafel the better. I know that everybody is heartily sick of hearing about it but it was rather special.
I have never been a big fan of New Year being quite a misanthropic person, which is particularly difficult in Scotland where there is absolutely no getting away from these three days of getting totally full of it, dewey eyed with nostalgia and unrealistically hopeful for the year ahead. So much so that for a few years during my early 20s I refused to acknowledge it at all. After getting in tow with L this became impossible as she loves any excuse to party and I was dragged from one gathering to the next until the dying embers of the 2nd of January after which life could go back to normal and I no longer had to feign interest in what others were up to.
I am however quite looking forward to tonight as I don't have to leave the house and the guest list only includes our close friends and their offspring.
I would like to thank everybody who has looked in here over the last year and especially to thoise who have left comments, all of which are appreciated especially the negative ones, I have especially loved the few from Maria baiting me regarding Trump and Brexit.
Health and happiness to you all for the coming year and beyond.
Jimi Hendrix - Little Drummer Boy/Silent Night/Auld Lang Syne