10 New Year wishes
First: To actually meet some of my regular commenters and readers in the flesh, just to say hi and maybe set the world to rights over a pint or two.
Second: To be able to “Get a proper job” as so many kind people out on the streets keep encouraging me to do. Thank you for your pleasant exhortations, may I assure you; it’s not for want of trying.
Third: To be able to complete a Manuscript that a reputable publisher feels confident enough to take on as a commercial proposition. Please, I really, really need the money.
Fourth: For a revelation to come to all Managers, both high and low, that not everything, in fact not very much at all worth quantifying, will fit on a fucking spreadsheet.
Fifth: For the current crop of UK politicians to wake up and realise that the taxpaying public is not a bottomless pit to be plundered at will. Although I’m not going to hold my breath on this one.
Sixth: To see Tony Blair do the ‘perp walk’ on TV over the ‘cash for honours’ scandal. Come on Yates of the Yard! Let’s see you feel his collar!
Seventh: To see Gordon Brown caught with his greasy paws in the public funding till and sent to share a cell with his old mate Tone. Failing that, a shared cell with a nasty sex offending lifer known by the soubriquet ‘Vlad the Impaler’.
Eighth: For the grand centralist EU vision of government to be exposed as a crumbling, cancerous lie and begin its inevitable collapse.
Ninth: For the various immigrant communities around the UK to understand that in order to live on this overcrowded little island, they’re going to have to get used to a bit more give and take. This means no more demands for holy wars and murders in their cause. Whatever that turns out to be.
Tenth: Failing most of the above, for me and my family to find a way of making a decent regular living in a country where regulating everyone’s every single waking moment is not an obsession with the political elite.
Eleventh: (Did I say ten wishes? Okay – I lied.) For all my readers to have a very happy and prosperous New Year.