The year ended on a food fest of fun rounded off by a windy and rainy night in Weymouth.  It was fun and I am a slave to Jaegermeister.  However someone in our party, left the interior light on the car, and a flat battery meant we had to get a jump start.  Then, a light bulb that blew threatened to attack us, and a visit from a representative of the council ref council tax  on January 3rd, just about made me want to retreat into the arse end of last year.  But... innocent we are and all misunderstandings resolved. 

Just when you have drawn breath, been back at work for a week or so, and are clucking for music, the police are all over the estate, (it's a posh one normally), looking up and down, around and in all the alleys, for someone.  A kind neighbour...not... points them in my direction as I knew (only as the husband of a friend of mine) the missing or wanted person. It was entlightening, and gave the old dears in the close plenty to twitch their curtains about. 

I'd like to say I've plenty of new year good intentions, but I've not.  I always intend to eat more healthily, not to keep dying my hair all the shades between blonde and deepest red, and swear to get that book published this year.

Well no this year I'll just get my act together, and get that book out, so I can get my creativeness going properly.

Things to do:-

Check giggage and get what tickets I can afford and plan at least one gig every month.

Get festival tickets.

Oh sorry.. decide on what festivals to do, Wacken or France and Bloodstock, or all three if we can afford it, metal camp? I don't know.... money and bands er hem (CRADLE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO BLOODSTOCK JUST FOR ME  I WILL BUY YOU A FRIGGING BARREL OF BOOZAGE NO DAMMIT I SHALL BUY YE A WHOLE PUB TO DRINK FROM) dictate where we go. 

O.k I've some pics to trawl through and see I shall share.  Who looks at them, who reads this durge?  Someone tell me they read it, and I'll be a bit inclined to do a crooked smile whilst sipping my cider.

Smell you later.