Monday, December 22, 2014

The Final Droobler


    They say time flies when you’re having fun — which is presumably why this year has  felt like the flight equivalent of an osmium-filled killer whale nailed to the bottom of the Mariana Trench with Eurotunnel drill bits.

    (These same people also say that the years go by quicker the older you get, but I don’t see things balancing out on the Lost Teeth & Hair vs Fun front).

    Time!

    How does it all work?

    It only remains for me to wish followers new and old a heartfelt (actually, my heart is probably next after the teeth and hair, now I think of it) festive wassail before I pack up my writing gear for 2014 and make merry with the figgeridiggeridoo.

    2015 promises to be a year of conflict and consequence — all post-Reaper business as usual I suppose but I can’t help feeling that the hats & regalia will be a little disappointing if this year’s feeble Christmas lights are anything to go by.

    We shall see.

    Back in 2015 to pig out on the freshness of a raw, sub-zero January...


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