The hedonism of the summer of sport tempered by the lunacy of the winter of destruction. Ah yes a rabid planet rampaging through the solar system did not wipe us out a mere 10 days ago (or if it did I'm either on acid, dead or in a parallel universe)
Those cheeky Mayans eh? Thought it would be great to scare the bejesus out of a few believers. (I am a bit worried though because my son's friend is called Maya and she can be a mini tornado!) Well who knows if they were right or not and it wouldn't be so funny if someone had messed up on their maths after all abacus can be notoriously tricky for calculating advanced calculus! (Well my nuclear fall ouit shelter is still built!)
Ah but let me take you back to a balmy day on the Champs de Elysee where one man in a yellow jersey came storming in on a bike and a sideburn, sideboard more like. Oh yes Le Wiggo had arrived to do what no Englishman had ever done in a hundred years. Yes that's right ride a few thousand miles around France on a pushbike without getting knocked off. (Well I guess it's better than Lance Armstrong who used to fly round!)
And so shortly after he was then speeding round the lanes and roads in Surrey for a gold medal (and 84 speeding tickets as someone hadn't turned off the speed cameras! recession what recession I hear you say)
Soon to be followed up by a dour Scot who had cried at Wimbledon lifting his first major title (apparently gold clashed with Roger Federer's red shirt. Silver was better bling!) But hey all bow to Andy Murray we salute you for looking like the guy of Holby City!
But what on the water Britannia rules the waves, arise Sir Ben (did someone say I'm just gonna kick this Dane in the bowls- oh sorry wrong part of England! ) A finer achievement you will not see and his tiny little boat has just been purchased by the Cameron - What's his name? government as our new aircraft carrier!
Go Mo! Go Mo! you know I never new Laila Rouass could move that quick. Mind you these Eastenders know how to shift when they're being chased.
But to the real world I still feel like I'm living in Germany in 1933, We're not in this all together Dave we never were and we never will be unless of course you mean poo! Then I'm sure you and your mates would be trying to act like Boris on the high wire!
However I am a GRANDAD (ok I know most of you thought I was that old anyway) but I'm not and she is simply the most beautiful little thing.
So my reflections on 2012 as I say farewell to it:
It was a good year for inspiration
It was a bad year for society in terms of inclusivity and equality/
Will 2013 be better?
I don't know I'm not a bloody Mayan!!!!
Peace and Happiness to you all! Happy New Year!
well except to Harvey's Furnishing because you still have my sofa and table
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