Happy new year

Tell you what, if I was the controller of BBC1, I’d be setting myself a new year’s resolution straight away – not to allow some talkative arse to jabber all over coverage of the South Bank fireworks…


I dare you to sit through that without wanting to strangle him. He doesn’t even let Big Ben finish his chimes before he opens his fat mouth, for heaven’s sake! I had a fun though oddly muted New Year’s Eve – the celebrations at Brixton Big Night Out venue How Does It Feel To Be Loved? disrupted by someone collapsing on the dancefloor at a minute to midnight, meaning the music had to be pulled and the house lights had to go up so she could be revived.

Thankfully, she recovered and the party picked up its pace after a bit of a delay, but it meant the midnight hour was observed with nothing but a silent TV showing the fireworks a few miles up the road (well, if you stuck your head out of the door you could hear a few dull thuds). You know what, though? It wasn’t so bad – it seemed apt that my rollercoaster 2008, a year which contained both the best and worst times for me, should end on a contemplative note. It was still better than singing Auld Lang Syne and having some stranger stick their tongue in your ear or whatever everyone else gets up to. And better than staying in and listening to some idiot commentator… getting home was a bit of a schlep even though we left early, Lewisham was like Ice Station Zero and the Elton John gig at the Dome had screwed up the buses.

It was the last HDIF New Year’s Eve do, which is a shame, but DJ Ian Watson deserves to have a NYE to himself and his family some day… so maybe I’ll see in 2010 in emergency fall-back mode, on The Point with a couple of bottles of champagne. Oooh, hello, Blackheath Bugle was there and it looks rather fancy…

2009’s a big year for me – I’m 11 weeks away from quitting my job and taking a bit of time off to reinvent my life and try to reset my head after 12 years of commuting and early starts. I’m nowhere near as well-planned for it as I should be, but the change of calendar gives me some impetus to get cracking and start planning. The journey starts here…

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