Here’s hoping everyone can look forward to an annus brilliantus
IHOPE and trust that you all had a wonderful Christmas and enjoyed the season of goodwill for all it’s worth, because it’s gone before you know it. The preparations seemed to start back in September, and in the blink of an eye caught up with you and you’re rushing into town on Christmas Eve for something that you’ve managed to completely overlook, like the turkey. The next thing you know, its all over and done with and all you’re left with is the turkey skeleton sitting on the side wrapped in foil with just enough meat on to make three more blooming turkey sarnies, 10 bin liners of rubbish (for recycling), 200 empty booze bottles (ditto) and a bundle of presents that need to be returned because they’re the wrong size, wrong colour or just wrong in general. Oh how I feel sorry for those of you who work in retail. I’m sure it won’t be long before the shops start opening at lunchtime on Christmas Day. But now is the time for looking forward, not back. As we draw the curtains on 2009 and step on to the escalator of a new year and indeed a new decade, which I think should be now named the “one-ders”. Our hopes and dreams are replenished as we put into action a brand new plan to make ourselves better people. Gyms up and down the country are being threatened to be joined as we pay the price for our overindulgence. I’d like to take this opportunity and valuable paper space to reflect on the past year of my column and forgive my own self-indulgence as I take a retrospective stroll down my Memory Lane. The Queen once spoke of her annus horribilis, but I’m pleased to say mine was far from that. So back to January and the stark realisation on my birthday (January 17, don’t make a song and a dance about it) that I was closer to 50 than to 40. That hurt. It kind of set the precedent for the year as I got bogged down in my own personal crusade against my “mid-life” anonymity. This was no more apparent than when I told you about my interest in purchasing some slippers for the first time in my life. For this I was quite correctly chastised in an open letter to the paper and one that knocked me back into shape, I must add. Then there was another correspondence that the KE printed, from a man suggesting that I talked far too often about an old celebrity friend of mine. In my job, you have to take the rough with the smooth. We all love the plaudits, but the criticism can sometimes drag you down. I never did get the chance to respond to this gentleman and all I will say is that I apologise, you can’t please all the people all the time. As I once said at a dinner party I attended with Kylie, Bono, Sting and Christopher Biggins, nobody likes a name-dropper. Sadly I have only enough space to wish you all a very happy new year and I hope that if your annus was horribilis, that it becomes brilliantus in 2010.