Yes it's been a year - okay I know it hasn't but as I won't be anywhere near the internet on the actual day so I thought I'd post it now. It's either that or look out the window at the rain.
Usually with things like this there is a wistful look back over the previous 12 months, followed by a pithy prediction list of things to come.
Fuck that.
I will reflect on a couple of things though. I've only just realised that I have a complete free hand here. I can post whatever aul bollocks I like, there's no-one going "you can't do that" or pointing out my "clumsy sentence construction". The other thing is I think I've lost sight of what I'm doing here and what the point was. Fortunately I don't intend trying too hard to remember. Yes there was a point, but it's not really important anymore.
And so with that in mind.
I watched a BBC thing last night about British costumed dramas. Of course it was turgid aul wank, with a procession of movies set in the themeparked, airbrushed, cosy middle class, sub Jane Austen, ghetto-ed version of past the British film industry has been stuck since - well ever. I wasn't expecting a critical reappraisal so I wasn't too disappointed when the great and the good came out to collectively coo at these movies. The clear implication of the contributions (including one from someone called Daisy Goodwin who was described as a writer and broadcaster (hurrah for you Daisy) was that all they were all great. And who am I to disagree? I'm not a member of the great or the good and I'm certainly not a writer or a broadcaster ( Am I a blogcaster though?) so my opinion counts for nothing, as I ain't on the TV and as I don't write a column in a newspaper.
It's sobering realisation. So my mission statement for the next year is to embrace the fact my opinion counts for three fifths of fuck all.
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