Here we go then. Its the tab-end of yet another (wonderful/sickening/vacuous ) year. And as we blindly steamroller into a new one, we can but cross our fingers and hope that 2015 sees Nigel Farage and his Monster Raving Racist Party blasted into the sun to be vapourised, and that America and North Korea stop all that pants-down flirting theyve recently been doing, lest they send each other that heart-tugging romantic gesture of nuclear apocalypse. On a personal level, however, it always seems naively comforting to set yourself elaborate goals in order to make the transition from one year to the next seem not completely hopeless. Regardless of how the previous year has treated you, youre determined to show the new one whos boss. This is usually in the form of New Years Resolutions. That is to say, writing down a 12 month to-do list while utterly trollied on 1st January, and convincing yourself that these are your personal Ten Commandments. (i.e. absolutely pointless). In the midst of all the borderline alcoholism and disgust at half the Christmas presents you ended up with, your savvy seems to be so numbed by the cut and thrust of it all that you dont even acknowledge this delusional descent. For New Years Resolutions are so unequivocally stupid that you generally spend more time and effort compiling a list than you do actually sticking to it. Outlined here are some of the most popular and gleefully futile resolutions that the general public make immediately after spending the preceding two weeks lying on their back with a bottle in their mouth. And slowly but surely, well all abandon the lot
Chris James Peet says hello. His interests include hoping for the best and sitting in chairs. He much prefers moaning to counting his blessings and suffers fools gladly. He also likes to look out of the window and check what's in the fridge but he hates standing up, dripping taps and reality.