
Friday 2nd January 2009
(whatever that means)So, happy new year and all that. I've given up marvelling at the increasingly sci-fi-ish sounding year numbers we're now living in, and I've even (at Clara's increasingly forceful insistence) given up feeling ever older as each year passes, even if I will be thirty-nine in less than three weeks (sigh).
Hope you had a good one... Clara and I spent - as far as we can recall - our first New Year's Eve apart ever; I was in Birmingham at the Glee Club, having a pretty good time and being handsomely remunerated, which is a good thing, January being the most expensive month of the year, even if you're not skint at the top of it, which we almost invariably are.
Meanwhile, this makes me happy. As does this.