I got my hair cut a couple of days ago. Not that you’d notice. Just an inch or so. Now it’s a shapely mass of hair, instead of just being a mass of hair.

HRH has put his foot down, and it’s squarely on the brake pedal of our car. He’s not driving anywhere this evening. Apparently, the lunatics are already out on the roads, so it’s ye olde Metro for us, which is just fine. We’re heading out to Ceri’s tonight to be with a few friends. Not that New Year’s means much to us; it’s Happy New Calendar Day in our household. It’s always nice to spend an evening with intellgent friends, however, and heaven knows we don’t want to be anywhere near the downtown core tonight of all nights…