- My one, and one only, sub 50 10K of the year!
- Reaching my target of reading 75 books for the year - at the expense of watching any form of TV that wasn't late-nite on The Comedy Channel or Dave!
- Saying goodbye to my old, old friends, PF and GC, who've gone off to forge new pastures in worlds unknown. I miss them both dearly. May they rest well and in peace.
- My new guitar.
- Standing on a hill in a park in Porto back in June, chewing the fat with two ole buddies of mine, half-listening to Antony and the Johnsons below, and realising that it's the things that you have that count for the most in this life.
- Looking at my mega opus 'alone and palely loitering' in the drawer to my left here and wondering will this thing ever see the light of day.
- And did I mention my new guitar!?
On a New Year's Eve, it's one thing to remember the past but I suppose you also have to consider the future and your plans for it. For the year to come then, mine remain as ambitious as ever, and include: getting a decent cover to adorn the aforementioned thing in the drawer; selling the rights to a song or two to some major movie company and then, loaded with loot, heading for ... eh ... the Canaries; winning Wimbledon for the second time in my mind; and finally switching this blog over to Word Press! Well, wild ambitions and piped dreams can be one and the same thing every so oftenl!
Anyhow, that's the last post of another fallen year. Nothing beside remains but for me to wish you all the very best for the next one, to thank you for stopping by the blog this year and to add my shoulder to the wheel of your own hopes and dreams for 2016. Or as T.S. Eliot might still have it:
“... last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
Best get singin' then!
