In Retrospect: Nothing Changes...

Nine a.m, New Year's Day 2010. I'm at Tom and Ivory's flat in Carlisle, and have spent the last twelve hours or so imbibing a heady mixture of beer, rum and whisky whilst putting the world to rights with the gang. But the time has finally come to hit the hay. I take a shot of the trainyard out of the window before turning in. Despite the dawning of a new year, everything looks just as it was, just as it should be.