New Years Eve, 2011

Looking back on 2011 at 00:49 2012

So here I am, back again for my usual end of year rambling, as the bells have tolled at the Palace of Westminster once more, ringing in another pointless celebration.

A quiet night, spent at home with the Suffolk clan, so the house is fuller and with a more buoyant atmosphere than it would otherwise have. Of course, by choice, I am not gigging again even though the opportunity was offered. But playing to a bunch of anaesthetised drunks in a Manchester Irish bar is about as appealing to me as a prostrate examination via urethra; so I declined. Continue reading “New Years Eve, 2011”