Hogmanay

Evelyn Waugh defined Hogmanay as 'People being sick in the streets in Glasgow.'  Good enough for me as I find it the most dismal event of the year.

When I consider life 'tis all a cheat;

Yet fooled with hope men favour the deceit;

Trust on and hope tomorrow will repay;

Tomorrow's falser that the former day..

 Dryden  at his most despondent  put it well.          

I think is the compulsory nature of the celebration that depresses me.  That and the insincerity of finding oneself singing Auld Lang Syne - sometimes with people one has just met.  The only thing to do is to retire to bed with a bottle of champagne.  Oh dear, I think I am going to cry.

Let me leave you this - a quote from a headline in "The Times" some years ago - "Gandhi Comes in his Loincloth."   This at least swims into my mind as the last blog of the year. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!