*Well I would have liked to post comedy snaps of the New Year’s Day dip from Scarborough. Fancy dress clad
brave insane people running into the sea to see in the New Year. I can’t though, because despite every website I checked, saying that the dip was at 1pm (including the one where you register to take part). It was all over by then because they did it too early. I seem to recall this happening a few years ago on Boxing Day for the raft race.
Sort it out Scarborough!
God knows, there’s precious little going on there these days now that you’ve let everything go to wrack and ruin. Don’t anger the visitors who do make the effort to still give you their custom by making them miss the fun things that you do put on. Only having one nightclub these days, is also just shooting yourself in the foot if you want to entice the summer crowd, especially when only the locals and closet gay community know where it is!
Meanwhile, 2015 begins with us having no car after our M62 adventure and ride home (yet again) in a breakdown recovery truck. Cost of fixing the car was prohibitive so it looks like we are on the hunt for a new vehicle again.
Will 2015 fare me any better? Will anything change for the good? Will we ever move house? Will I ever have to stop reminding my childerbeast to use their manners and not try to wind one another up at every opportunity? As it stands both of them are barred from my brother in law’s wedding reception in August until they learn to toe the dignified line in public!
Will I ever lose any weight? (possibly). Will I finally get around to having the mole, that I hate, removed? (probably not). Will I ever get a real job? (unlikely). Will I ever feel truly comfortable anywhere other than my own home when nobody is in?* Only the next 365 days will tell I suppose.
*What is that all about? Always feeling like an outsider – but not in a young, fun, sexy way like these guys:-
(BTW. What is with this picture? Is Patrick Swayze a giant or is Emilio Estevez a midget?)