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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

So farewell then…

It’s been a funny old year. Bit too bloody funny if you ask me. Still, horizons broadened, no arrests, met Boyo: Yeah, all things considered I’d say it was on the credit side.
And, there was the odd touch of genius about the place.

Which was nice.

Here’s one here;

Why does everyone have to bang on about sex the whole time? There are other things, you know, and I don't mean food or sums.
Here is a list of other things:
The M25 upgrade

Co-ordinated half-point rate cuts
The Clone Trooper Helmet

Salford Quays
Noble rot
Jonathan Kelsey for Mulberry

Broviac catheters
Arnold Palmer

Ambre Solaire
The Hillman Husky

Oh, before I forget, If God spares me, I SHALL. Every single day.

See you all in 2009.


Dr Maroon said...

Before you ask, Inkspot.
The baltic dry index refers to empty boats sailing the seven seas. The more EMPTY boats, the less the value of one's domicile. I am OK since I don't read the Daily Mail.
I know, I know, I'm a fucking genius.

Daphne Wayne-Bough said...

Happy Hogmanay to you doc. 2009 is going to be a bastard, we all know it, but as Scarlet says - chin up, tits oot. You can always go on the game if all else fails. Oops, did I mention sex? Sorry.

Eryl Shields said...

My thoughts exactly, bottoms up! X

Kim Ayres said...

Remember your liver, your diabetes and to leave me something in your will. Then go out and have a great time!

Dr Maroon said...

Kim I've left you my liver and diabetes

Eryl, you wish.

Daphne, I cannot see myself on the game, I lack the sophistication. Is 2009 going to be a bastard? Oh shite.

xerxes said...

Gosh, only just got here Doc (stuck in Wales) to find myself trailing behind the discussion. Pant pant.

If God spares you, you shall what? Can we fill in the blank for you? We can? Great! Give me a minute... .

Ms Scarlet said...

Well done Dr Maroon! Love the post, hope you had a happy new year. I'm just back and have a bad head, so I'll shut up now..

Mrs Pouncer said...

I thought this was familiar! That's my list from Inky's place, one day back in October, when I was hungover and paranoid, and locked into believing that my family and friends were in a secret league devoted to discussing what a shit I was. Of course, they have now established such a society, and it is doing very well. Membership cards and everything.