Here’s To 2015

On the last day of the year, it’s traditional for me to look back on the last twelve months.

It’s been a poor year on many fronts, but that’s comparative. At the side of many in our unjust and unequal society, I have it fairly easy, and any stumbling blocks have been of my own making.

I lost my way slightly in 2014, as a result of which my fiction output was down on previous years. That’s something I hope to put right in the coming weeks and months. Healthwise too, I’ve had my ups and downs, but again, it’s because I won’t do what I’m supposed to do. That, is also scheduled to change as we put the party season behind us.

By contrast, my wife hit a landmark this year with her seventieth birthday. Her real age, in other words, the age she appears, is about sixty. That’s what healthy eating, non-smoking and moderate drinking can do for you.

We’ve seen a bit more of Europe this year. An early visit to Gran Canaria, a spring week in Benidorm, and an October week in Cyprus, not to mention the usual jaunts to Blackpool and, just a few days ago, Whitby.

Most of the time, life is as boring as ever. TV continues to pour out more and more dross, to the degree that I don’t think we’ve switched it on over Christmas.

Will 2015 be any different? Can’t see TV improving, but the rest could if I take the right action. Will I do it? That remains to be seen. If I could predict the future, I’d be a wealthy man rather than sitting here wondering about it.

Flatcap will have his own views on the year just gone, and he’ll be speaking to you later.

I regret that, thanks to the legion of lazy spammers, I can’t open this blog up for comments, so let me wish you all, whoever you are, wherever you are, the very best of the coming year. May all your hopes and dreams come to pass.