HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL, WHEREVER YOU MAY BE I avoid making New Year resolutions, on the grounds that I am unlikely to adhere to them, nor am I tempted to make predictions for the coming year, on the grounds that they will all be proved wrong, but one can hope that 2023 might be a rather better year than 2022 has been, at least for us in the United Kingdom. We have had three prime ministers, one a charlatan, one mad and finally at last a grown up. Boris got the politics more or less right but his personal behaviour was such that he had to go. Mrs Gusset exposed the fallacy of allowing party members (a handful, mainly doddering) to decide who the prime minister should be, and was rightly defenestrated having been in office for the shortest time since George Canning in 1827. At least Canning had the decency to die in office, which Mrs Gusset failed to do. We have suffered the unedifying spectacle of a B list, divorced, mixed race American actress convincing a perfectly decent, if a bit thick, young man that he is somehow a victim. I have listened to some of her podcasts, for which she/they have been paid millions. Puerile, self-seeking, totally unaware of anything except their own pathetic resentments and displaying an IQ slightly above that of a bumblebee who has had an accident at birth, only in America could she avoid being exposed as a complete poseur. At least Mrs Simpson kept her mouth shut. In September we lost a much-loved monarch. While we all knew that at 96 she could not go on for ever, it did come as a shock. I was fortunate in being able to get back to UK in time to join the queue for the lying in state, and for all our woes we did show the world that we know how to say goodbye to a queen.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL, WHEREVER YOU MAY BE
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL, WHEREVER YOU MAY…
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL, WHEREVER YOU MAY BE
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL, WHEREVER YOU MAY BE I avoid making New Year resolutions, on the grounds that I am unlikely to adhere to them, nor am I tempted to make predictions for the coming year, on the grounds that they will all be proved wrong, but one can hope that 2023 might be a rather better year than 2022 has been, at least for us in the United Kingdom. We have had three prime ministers, one a charlatan, one mad and finally at last a grown up. Boris got the politics more or less right but his personal behaviour was such that he had to go. Mrs Gusset exposed the fallacy of allowing party members (a handful, mainly doddering) to decide who the prime minister should be, and was rightly defenestrated having been in office for the shortest time since George Canning in 1827. At least Canning had the decency to die in office, which Mrs Gusset failed to do. We have suffered the unedifying spectacle of a B list, divorced, mixed race American actress convincing a perfectly decent, if a bit thick, young man that he is somehow a victim. I have listened to some of her podcasts, for which she/they have been paid millions. Puerile, self-seeking, totally unaware of anything except their own pathetic resentments and displaying an IQ slightly above that of a bumblebee who has had an accident at birth, only in America could she avoid being exposed as a complete poseur. At least Mrs Simpson kept her mouth shut. In September we lost a much-loved monarch. While we all knew that at 96 she could not go on for ever, it did come as a shock. I was fortunate in being able to get back to UK in time to join the queue for the lying in state, and for all our woes we did show the world that we know how to say goodbye to a queen.