Match That

So here we are again.

Another New Year's Eve.

This was me last year.

And the year before.

Sadly my mum has been unwell for the last couple of days and is in hospital with a nasty chest infection.

Poor soul.

She loves New Year's Eve too.

I am going to visit her shortly then home to a lovely meal cooked by My Lover.

We have chosen a quiet intimate evening.

An opportunity to reflect on the year that has past.

Some things didn't change of course.

Like Bolton fans' view of Megson for example.

Or the sacking of managers with almost yawn-making regularity.

There were trips to The Walkers.

Tales of love.

And of confusion.

Lesbian love.

The odd Vaseline rub.

Hypnotised lobsters and lickable bottoms.

All contributing to a year of sunshine and showers.

And the occasional assassination.

If 2010 can match that then bring it on!

Happy New Year!