It’s just gone 12 and it sounds like the Blitz outside. I have the fireworks in my left ear and Mary J. Blige is singing some godawful song in the right. If I were an adventurous type I’d crane my head out of the window but I think I’ve had enough excitement for 2006 already.

This is the first year I’ve stayed home since I was a kid and I quite enjoyed it. We drank a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and watched Father Ted all night. Bliss.

Happy New Year all.