It’s half past nine on New Years Eve and everyone is out and about, drinking too much, and generally having a good time. Everyone, that is, except me. I’m stuck at work, twiddling my thumbs and watching Graham Norton’s end of year quiz on BBC1. Ahh, life on the front line of psychiatric services.
One of the questions on the show was “Which month did Gordon Brown take over as Prime Minister from Tony Blair.†and the host was amazed when one of the contestants got it right (“How on earth did you know that!?â€). However there was not a single exclamation of surprise when one of the teams knew that it was Hugh Grant who threw a can of baked beans at a member of the paparazzi. That, my friends, is a prime example of why western civilisation is doomed.
Of course I didn’t actually know when Gordon Brown took over myself. But I am far too cerebral to lower myself to the petty concerns of you mere mortals. That’s my story anyway.
2007 was a pretty good year for us. We took a trip to Chicago where I sang Karaoke for the first time in roughly 10 years. We went to see Greg and Deb in Wisconsin and they took us to see a room full of very, very, scary dolls. We watched lots of Battlestar Galactica and Heroes. And we revelled in our ever-deepening love for our children.
2008 will be the year Amy starts school. The year Kerry throws herself into her new job. The year where I walk 78 miles in 5 days. And if luck goes our way, the year where I go part time in order to spend more time with the kids. Fingers crossed on that one.
Here’s to a great 2008. Happy New Year everybody.


William Shatner’s music career has a bad press. His 1968 album The Transformed Man is pretty widely mocked by all and sundry. I’ve never really heard much of that album aside from the odd excerpt of Lucy in the sky with diamonds, but I’m willing to believe the consensus that it’s main merit is merely as an oddity at the pop culture freakshow.

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