I don’t know about you guys but I’m not especially up for new year celebrations this year. I don’t think this one deserves a hearty farewell and I’m looking at the new one with a great deal of suspicion.
When I grew up in the Highlands there used to be a tradition where everyone living out in the countryside: farmers, farmworkers, even poachers. ( 😃 ) would fire their hunting guns into the sky to ensure the death of the old year in order to make way for the new.
It’s just occurred to me that I would quite like to do that to 2020. For the first time ever, I understand that weird old ritual.
Anyway, despite all that. I wish you all the best that 2021 can bring us. And I thank you all for being here. I think it applies to more than just me when I say you’ve all gone a long way to helping us all keep it together in a year that could have easily done the opposite.
So 2020, fuck you. May I never see yer like again. But my friends here. Lang may yer lum reek (look it up), and even the atheist in me prays that 21 makes up for it.
SLÀINTE MHATH