The New Year

Well. Twenty twenty two. That was quite a year. An absolute shambles of a year, many would say. It kicked off with soaring energy prices, followed up quickly with the Ruzzians invading their neighbor. Did anyone else notice how quickly the folk who have been fans of the US wannabe fascist in the 2016/20 White House, swung behind the bone fide fascist currently resident in the Kremlin?

The United Kingdom has gone through Prime Ministers like a 20-a-day man gets through cigarettes, and quite frankly everything is falling to pieces. We are all either on strike, in a gig economy job and/or going bust. Even the Queen got entirely fed up of the ongoing shit show and, in a canny move reminiscent of Blair handing over to Brown, chose to kick the bucket before everything totally disintegrated.

It’s not all been bad. I managed to get a half dozen foreign trips in, with four of them virgin soil for my footsteps. I’ve kept off the fags, stayed healthy and remain employed. I got through an entirely survivable bout of Covid when it finally caught up with me. The vaccines have saved tens of millions of lives and helped society get going in 2022 without too much death and dismay. Good news all round.

What will 2023 bring? Doom and gloom or sunlit uplands? I suspect a big dose of both. But I wish you, whoever you are, wherever you come from, whatever you wish for….a peaceful and prosperous 2023. Unless you’re a bit of fascist, of course.

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