Well, I’m certainly ready to kick 2008 to the kerb, as the kids would have it (erm, possibly kids from the 1990s, given how ‘with the times’ I am). There is beer chilling, a chicken ready to be roasted, and absolute rubbish on the television tonight. All is as it should be. I hope your celebrations go swimmingly.
As a New Year aside, I’m delighted to see Terry Pratchett on the New Year honours list, set now to receive a Knighthood for services to literature. Like Stephen King before him, he’s an example of how it takes the literary establishment decades to get to grips with popular genre authors (the “if lots of people like it, then it probably isn’t worth taking seriously” syndrome). Pratchett remains one of my favourite authors, and has moved me terrifically with his fiction as much as he has amused me. While I’m generally sceptical of Knighthoods and so forth, this one pleases me.
Happy New Year, friends and readers. See you in 2009.