It’s Christmas time. And, despite claims to the contrary, there are plenty of reasons to be afraid. But I’m not going to list them here – I’m sure we all have our own fears. Personally my biggest concern is that, if I carry on eating and drinking the way I have been then, come January 2006, I will look like the love child of Michael Moore and Michelle McManus – now that’s a lot of lard (and a lot of ‘m’s too).
Anyway, I’m going to be in Ireland for the jolly season. The Realist meanwhile will, I believe, be in his beloved Midlands. Watch this space for the Liberal Elite Year End Review – a rollercoaster ride through the chaos that was 2005.
If I can be bothered.