Well, Pither's "annus horribilis" is, at last, very nearly round the "Rex Doulton ubendus", bound for the "crappus depositorium".
"Would you swap two of your old 2006s for our new, improved year?" "Yes please, Malcolm. Bring on fresh and fragrant, stain-free and starched 2007."
I am sure Saddam Hussain would agree with me, wherever he is, that 2006, while undoubtedly memorable, has not been the best of years. In fact, speaking as an Englishman, it's right up there with 55AD, 1066, 1914 and 1939. On a more individualistic note, it ranks alongside 1964 (my brother told me Santa didn't exist), 1965 (my first day at school - after which I returned home to be told that I had to go again the next day, and the next, and.....), 1974 (I started smoking), 1979 (the Thatch creature began her reign of terror) and the whole of the '80s!
Still, the beauty of being a complete idiot is that you always think the new year will be better. This time, however, I am SURE it will be. I have plans!!!! (pause for demonic laughter).
Here's to you and yours. We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.
PS. 2006 for Grantham? Ho yuss! I think so.
hu huh, huh, hhhh, let that sink in.. huh huhhh hhh
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Told you 2006 was a shit year. Everyone's a critic. Thanks Bill. I'll change it. However, when you wake up in the morning you'll STILL be ugly.
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