"Santa baby..."

 

Christmas cheer back in the shires.  Good to see the usual suspects -- and at least one unexpected night out.

Life in the Bank.  "Outside this bar, there's no one alive... Outside this bar how does anyone survive..."

Shame to see what's left of Waitrose, just a mass of scorched timber and blackened brickwork.

Right.  This year, New Year's Eve is something that happens to other people.  Turn off the lights, hide under the duvet and bid adieu to a grim and lonely 2008.

Here's to you, 2009, you promising young slip of a year.

Note to self:  enjoy yourself.

I am nearly 40.