To those of you who have not received a card from me this year, it’s fair to say you are not alone. I didn’t send any cards this year, preferring instead to spend the money on Jon Hopkins’ new album, plus the entire back catalogue of Teenage Fan Club. Oh, and industrial quantities of wine and cider. I think I owe you an apology.
I haven’t prayed for you all either since I regard praying as a far bigger waste of time than sending Christmas cards, although praying, no matter how pointless it is, does at least prevent the need for recycling, which is always a problem with Christmas cards.
I’d best not pick out individuals to thank for their love and friendship in 2018, since I would surely miss out some Very Important People and the last thing I want to do is offend the very people I might have upset by not sending them Christmas cards and praying for them.
So, I am wishing all of you a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperous New Year, at least until 29th March and good luck after that. We might all need it.
Serious bit. Enjoy this Christmas like it’s going to be your last. This is life, not a trial run, and to quote the supermarket slogan, “When it’s gone, it’s gone.” Don’t gamble everything on surviving your own death courtesy of a benevolent supernatural dictator. Do anything you wanna do, as Eddie and his Hotrods so astutely put it. But every day, doing what someone else is telling you to do is a day wasted.
For me, change is coming. It is going to be good change and I can’t wait.
