Bye bye 2014, hello 2015
‘A writer can spin on about his adventures after 30, after 40, after 50, but the criteria by which those adventures are weighed and valued are irrevocably settled at the age of 25.’ (F Scott Fitzgerald) Dear friends, As another year draws to a close, it’s time for me to sit back, reflect, mull things over…and then trot out the same old trite excuses and tired apologies and beg for your forgiveness. How many times have I said on these pages that I want to churn out snappier, shorter, more frequent pieces, but then never do? Forget it. I won’t break any more promises – I promise – but I also won’t make any more promises – I promise. I’ve said this a few times, but it’s worth repeating: one of my original intentions in starting this back in early 2009 was as a substitute for email, a way of keeping friends in the loop. It quickly degenerated into epic, waffling pseudo-philosophical musings and tales of sordid shenanigans and other episodic misdeeds. Or maybe those...