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Bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Heigh ho for the new year and what have you. I've got a lot more time for New Year's than I do for Christmas, it's a more relevant to me, and I do seem to find that January brings with it a new impetus; largely as working in catering....

IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! IT'S FUCKING OVER! (for another year, anyway)

All that aside I saw the New Year in in fine style, a really good night at work with everyone dancing and waving their arms around, bucketloads of champers, a fairly dull after-party from which I bailed and then the best bit of the night, sat at home with a big chunky glass of port at about six in the mrning, just having a mment or ten of quiet reflection.

This was followed the next day by a spectacular Casa Coastaltown Gumbo Extravaganza which was just plain great, just to have plenty of people in the same space (with a notable exception - get well soon Cel). Then a brief illness which I seem to have got away with and yesterday a shopping trip to the Big Smoke, followed by dinner with Mrs Coastaltown at the mighty mighty Eagle and Child.

So all told I'm in a top mood. New Year's resolutions:

Learn to apostrophise.
Learn Butchery.

Two excellent accomplishments in a man I feel. Here's to a blood-soaked 2004

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