Happy New Year!

This post has utilised time-travelling technology, as at this precise moment, I am out in a club somewhere in Berkshire trying to drink my own body weight in Lager and cocktails. I may actually be unconscious by now, though surely the chances of that happening three New Years Eves on the trot are slim at best?

Anyway, virtual snogs to all the female readers, and virtual firm-handshakes for the boys.

Let the 2007 adventure begin….

And for those of you that offered me best wishes for 2006 this time last year, well, it did fuck all.  I’d much prefer cold hard cash this time round.  Ta muchly.

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