Oh well, 2009 is nigh upon us. The concept of the New Year used to scare me witless, well, more a feeling of dread really but I blame this upon my fatalistic mother who for some reason placed great stock on the symbolism of the… ‘New Year.’ Anyway, many years down the line I managed to process my irrational fear of a date on a calendar together with the absurd notion that if said year started off badly then batten down the hatches folks because you were in for a bumpy one. I have no idea where my mother’s delusional beliefs originated from but the childhood superstitions indoctrination included — no open umbrellas or May flowers in the house, knives that must not be crossed, money to be heads up (tricky in a purse) cats are inherently ‘sneaky’, absolutely no bird ornaments, pictures or even a Robin on a Christmas card and not forgetting the dropped glove which must be picked up by someone else. Oh yeah and New Year is spooky and loaded with esoteric symbolism.
Anyhow I digress and what I meant to say is that I don’t do resolutions or taking stock of the past year whilst planning for the next. It all got too stressful and loaded and…well, unpredictable. However, if unlike me your senses of celebration are not blotted by a childhood melancholy of obsessive superstitions then please enjoy and have a good one.
Even though you are no longer with us (?) Happy New Year mam and I promise you – it’s all going to be fine. And watch the video, we are all still just blowing each other up.
Nothing changes, really…







