Well, that's it freaks; the end of the festivities for another year. Back to auld claes an' parritch, as they say. And thank the gods.
It's all too much. I'm a fairly heavy drinker most of the year so the last thing my liver needs is any extra curricular activity. Time to delude myself again with promises of a healthier lifestyle. No more smokes. Less booze even. Perhaps a once-a-week trip to the gym. Who the hell am I trying to kid?
I find the whole holiday season cheap and tacky to an outstanding degree. But then I'm the "negative anorak" - a title that has been bestowed upon me by the owner of my local boozer. And I guess he's right. I mean, who else do you know hates Xmas enough to start decorating their flat on December 25th? Well, I say to hell with the baby Jesus and family gatherings. Free time is precious and I’ve got shit to do.