Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: New year, same old me
I hate the New Year. Actually, I hate everything new. Nearly everything. Clothes, music, recipes, neighbours - the list is probably endless. And the exceptions - babies and hips - they just prove the rule. The vast majority of new things are a pain in the arse, especially the new years.
I'm not suggesting that we shouldn't have a new year. I'm not stupid. I know that the earth orbits the sun and I accept that we have seasons and that your man, Shakespeare, was on the button when he said if winter comes, then spring is probably tagging along behind it.