Wednesday, 31 December 2008


I was contemplating doing a retrospective of the year, and perhaps a few amusing predictions for the next year. And then I realised I didn't care that much about the 'New Year'. I will probably, if I'm bored on the flight, do my best at the above, but right now, my feeling is that of a bit of confusion. I can never quite understand the fuss about the change of date. I suppose if people take comfort from knowing that they can start over with a new year, great. But, at the risk of sounding preachy, we need to start over every day. Maybe I'm just old and cynical, but Old Year's Night/New Year's Eve just seems like a pretty poor excuse to be depressed about the past year, be excessively hopefully about the next, and to get drunk.

It's just another year, isn't it?


Moonstruck said...


It's all about getting pissed.

*EK* said...

......aaah of them moods again i see...hmmm... *sigh*