I was going to post a roundup of the year, and all the usual gubbins that accompanies it. But then there was football. And invites to the pub. And more football. And more invites to the pub. And the occasional long walk across the Devonshire countryside. And then some chocolate. And then Match of the Day. And now it’s New Year’s Eve, and I’ve got a party and then football to go to tomorrow, so there’s be no wry, cynical look back. I can hear the disappointment in approximately 1.5 readers while the other 8.5 are probably popping champagne corks. Or have better things to do.
Apropos of such non-posting, there are a few things I’d like in the new year, and they include:
1. Exeter doing the double over Torquay tomorrow.
2. Me to get fit. Finally.
3. Me to get through tonight with my sense of dignity still intact.
I think one of these may be vaguely doable.
Happy New Year to one and all.