So here it is, my final post of the year.
All in all, it’s been a good year both personally and professionally and in this day and age, you can’t really ask for anything more than that.
I’m not going to write a ‘top 10’ of my favourite moments of 2013 because:
1. My memory is buggered.
2. This year has gone so quick, I swear it’s only February 11th.
3. Those things are utterly, utterly boring as all hell.
However, it has to be said that being with my Mum on her 80th birthday was definitely a major, major, major highlight.
Oh, and so was Forest getting billionaire owners. Ahem.
Without wanting to get all sentimental, I would like to thank everyone who has come on here and insulted me over the last 12 months.
I still find it utterly amusing that anyone pops over here [note I didn’t say ‘read my stuff’] but it feels nice. Honestly.
OK, before I go off on one of my pseudo tear-jerker diatribes, I will officially close this blog for the Christmas period … which I’m sure pleases you as much as it pleases me.
All that leaves me to say is that I hope the best of your 2012’s are the worst of your 2013’s [which is an overly-complicated way of saying here’s to a great new year] and I wish you all a festive period filled with turkey, booze and presents.
That said, I start writing my nonsensical rubbish again on Jan 7th, so that’s one black mark against 2013 already.
Well, I say that, but if those Mayan folk are right and the World ends on Friday, this will be my last post forever.
Talk about an underwhelming way to go out … but I guess it’s at least consistent with every other bit of rubbish I’ve ever written on here.
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PS: Here’s a sweet, little video to remind us that over the festive/drunken season, we can all get along. At least in theory. Ahem.
Ta-ra.
