King Of The Mountain

Evening all.

Righty ho, New Year is upon us and all the associated "bah humbug" that goes with it, although that's a bit miserable really as we've had a great Christmas and a smashing New Year's Eve with most excellent company.

Visited as we were by a sixities singing icon, a gangland heavy, an eccentric wine critic and a loud mouthed drunken actor the night decended into the expected organised chaos that we thought it might.

Two things have I learnt this New Year's Eve....

1> I can't make a decent bloody mary to save my life.
2>I have missed my calling as the Singing (and Dancing) Detective, minus the skin complaint.

That'd be about it though, I already knew about my capacity for falling over, so no surprise there.

Finally, I shall endeavour to get back to a photo a day this year even if they don't work, like this one didn't, though I blame myself for the hangover and the lack of concentration, and the cat for destroying the scene repeatedly.....

night all

kiss