I never enjoyed the few New Year ‘parties’ I’ve been to. Just a lot of standing around wanting to sleep, waiting for midnight, toasting, and bad singing of a Scottish song no one really understood the words of. Too much enforced jollity. I came to the conclusion many years ago that the New Year was quite capable of seeing itself in without my attendance.
May all your wildest dreams come true in 2018. May it be the best year ever with sunny days, a light drizzle in the early hours to water the gardens and no disasters.
Do you think you know when you are going to die?
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?


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) but please remember that on Tuesday the world will not have significantly changed, so all your kissing and hugging, and "let's hope that this year is better than the last" might not count for much. 