Well, here we are again – another winter of long shadows and dashed hopes. Amid what appears to be the worst festive movie sequel ever, we reach a brief pause in the narrative. A time to make sense of the past twelve months, to marshal our gains and to reflect upon our losses – at least until the storyline sweeps us off our feet and into the immense unknowable once more.
It’s that most special time: one where we find ourselves asking, where the loving hell the year went, why am I wearing a paper crown on my head, and why isn’t there any sherry left in this bottle? Even more to the point, what exactly is Gorden Wagener doing in my kitchen, and what will it take for him to leave? So many questions…
We would like to wish all our readers a very happy Christmas Day.
We assume you are all either engrossed in the organisation of a festive meal, working your way through one or recovering from it. In either case, take some time off from automotive concerns and enjoy what we all hope is a lovely time away from the rattle and dash of it all. Happy Christmas!